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<pb facs="tcp:56311:1"/>THE LIFE OF IOHN DONNE, Dr. in DIVINTY, AND Late DEAN of Saint <hi>PAULS</hi> Church LONDON.</p>
<p>The second impression cor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rected and enlarged.</p>
<p>Ecclus. 48.14.</p>
<p>He did wonders in his life, and at his death his works were marvelous.</p>
<p>LONDON, Printed by I. G. for R. <hi>Marriot,</hi> and are to be sold at his shop under S. <hi>Dunstans</hi> Church in Fleet-street. 1658.</p>
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<pb facs="tcp:56311:2"/>TO MY Noble & honoured Friend Sir <hi>ROBET HOLT</hi> of <hi>Aston,</hi> in the County of <hi>Warwick,</hi> Baronet.</head>
<opener>SIR,</opener>
<p>WHen this rela<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion of the life of Doctor <hi>Donne</hi> was first made publick, it had besides the approbation of our late learned & eloquent
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King, a conjunction with the Authors most excellent Sermons to support it; and thus it lay some time fortified against prejudice; and those passions that are by busie and malicious men too freely vented against the dead.</p>
<p>And yet, now, after almost twenty yeares, when though the me<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mory of Dr. <hi>Donne</hi> himself, must not, can<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>not
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die, so long as men speak <hi>English</hi>; yet when I thought Time had made this relation of him so like my self, as to become useless to the world, and content to be forgotten; I find that a retreat into a de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sired privacy, will not be afforded; for the Printers will again ex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pose it and me to pub<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lick exceptions; and without those supports,
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which we first had and needed, and in an Age too, in which Truth & Innocence have not beene able to defend themselves from worse then severe censures.</p>
<p>This I foresaw, and Nature teaching me selfe-preservation, and my long experience of your abilities assuring me that in you it may be found: to you, Sir, do I make mine addresses
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for an umbrage and protection: and I make it with so much hum<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble boldnesse, as to say 'twere degenerous in you not to afford it.</p>
<p>For, Sir,</p>
<p>Dr. <hi>Donne</hi> was so much a part of your self, as to be incorpora<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted into your Family, by so noble a friend<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ship, that I may say there was a marriage of souls betwixt him and
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<hi>Iohn King.</hi> B. of <hi>Lond.</hi>
</note> reverend Grand<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>father, who in his life was an Angel of our once glorious Church, and now no common Star in heaven.</p>
<p>And Dr. <hi>Donne</hi>'s love died not with him, but was doubled upon his Heire, your beloved Uncle the Bishop of <note n="*" place="margin">
<hi>Hen: King</hi> now B.C.</note>
<hi>Chichester,</hi> that lives in this froward genera<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion, to be an ornament to his Calling. And this
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affection to him was by Dr. <hi>D.</hi> so testified in his life, that he then trusted him with the very se<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>crets of his soul; & at his death, with what was dearest to him, even his fame, estate, & children.</p>
<p>And you have yet a further title to what was Dr. <hi>Donne</hi>'s, by that dear affection & friend<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ship that was betwixt him and your parents, by which he entai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>led
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a love upon your self, even in your in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fancy, which was en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>creased by the early tes<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>timonies of your grow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing merits, and by them continued, till D. <hi>Donne</hi> put on immortality; and so this mortall was turned into a love that cannot die.</p>
<p>And Sir, 'twas pity he was lost to you in your minority, before you had attained a judge<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment
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to put a true va<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lue upon the living beauties and elegancies of his conversation; and pitty too, that so much of them as were capable of such an ex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pression, were not drawn by the pensil of a <hi>Tytian</hi> or a <hi>Tentoret,</hi> by a pen equall and more lasting then their art; for his life ought to be the example of more then that age in
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which he died. And yet this copy, though very much, indeed too much short of the Originall, will present you with some features not un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>like your dead friend, and with fewer blemi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>shes and more orna<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ments than when 'twas first made publique: which creates a content<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment to my selfe, be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cause it is the more worthy of him, and be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cause
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I may with more civility intitle you to it.</p>
<p>And in this designe of doing so, I have not a thought of what is pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tended in most Dedica<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tions, <hi>a Commutation for Courtesies</hi>: no indeed Sir, I put no such value up<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on this trifle; for your owning it will rather increase my Obligati<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ons. But my desire is, that into whose hands
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soever this shall fall, it may to them be a testi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mony of my gratitude to your self and Fami<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly, who descended to such a degree of humi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lity as to admit me into their friendship in the dayes of my youth; and notwithstanding, my many infirmities, have continued me in it till I am become gray-hea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ded; and as Time has added to my yeares,
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have still increased and multiplied their fa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vours.</p>
<p>This, Sir, is the intent of this Dedication: and having made the decla<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ration of it thus pub<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lick, I shall conclude it with commending them and you to Gods deare love.</p>
<closer>I remain, Sir, what your many merits have made me to be, <signed>The humblest of your Servants,
Isaac VValton.</signed>
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<pb facs="tcp:56311:9"/>TO THE READER.</head>
<p>MY desire is to inform and assure you, that shall be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>come my Reader, that in that part of this following discourse, which is onely narration, I either speak my own knowledge, or from the testimony of such as dare do any thing, rather that speak an untruth. And for that part of it which is my own observation or opinion, if I had a power I would not use it to force any mans assent, but leave him a liberty to dis-believe what his own reason inclines him to.</p>
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<pb facs="tcp:56311:10"/>Next, I am to inform you, that whereas Dr. <hi>Donne</hi>'s <hi>life</hi> was for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>merly printed with his Sermons, and then had the same Preface or Introduction to it; I have not omitted it now, because I have no such confidence in what I have done, as to appear without an apolo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gy for my undertaking it.</p>
<p>I have said all when I have wi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>shed happinesse to my Reader.</p>
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<head>THE Life of Dr. <hi>DONNE,</hi> Late DEANE of Saint PAULS Church, Lond.</head>
<p>IF the late deceased Provost of <hi>Eaton</hi> Colledge, Sir <hi>Hen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry Wotton,</hi> that great Master of Language and Art, had lived to see the publication of these Sermons, he had presented the world with the Authors life ex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>actly written, which was a work worthy his undertaking, and he fit to undertake it. Betwixt whom and the Author there was such a friendship contracted in their youth, as nothing but death should force a separation. And though their bodies were divi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ded
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yet their affections were not, for that Learned Knights love followed his friends fame be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>yond death and the forgetfull grave. And this he testifyed by intreating me, whom he acquain<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted with his intentions, to in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quire of some particulars that concerned it, not doubting but my knowledge of the Author and love to his memory might make my diligence usefull, I did pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pare them in a readiness to be aug<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mented and rectifyed by his po<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>werfull pen; but then death pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vented his intentions.</p>
<p>When I heard that sad news, & heard also that these Sermons were to be printed, & want the Authors Life, w<hi rend="sup">c</hi>h I thought wor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thy to be recorded, indignation or grief (truly I know not wch) tran<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sported me so far, that I reviewed
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my forsaken collections, & resolved the world should see the best narration of it, that my artlesse pen guided by the hand of truth could present to it.</p>
<p>I shall be demanded, as once <hi>Pompeys</hi> poor bondman was (he was then alone on the Sea-shore gathering the scattered pieces of an old broken Boat to burn the neglected body of his dead Ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ster) Who art thou that preparest the funerals of <hi>Pompey</hi> the Great? Who I am that so officiously set the Authors Memory on fire? I hope the question will have in it more of wonder then dis<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dain: wonder indeed the Rea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der may, that I who professe my self artlesse, should presume with my faint light, to shew forth his Life, whose very Name maketh it illustrious. But be this to the dis<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>advantage
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of the person represen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted, certain I am 'tis much to the advantage of the beholder, who shall here see the Authors picture in a naturall dresse, which ought to beget faith in what is spoken; for he that wants skill to deceive may safely be trusted.</p>
<p>And if the Authors glorious spirit which now is in heaven, can have the leisure to look down and see me the meanest of all his friends, in the midst of this offi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cious duty, confident I am he wil not disdain this well-meant sa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>crifice to his memory; for whilst his conversation made me & ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ny others happy below, I know his humility and gentlenesse was eminent, and I have heard Di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vines say, <hi>That those vertues which were but sparks upon earth, become great and glorious stars in heaven.</hi>
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<pb n="5" facs="tcp:56311:12"/>This being premised, I pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceed to tell the Reader, the Au<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thor was born in <hi>London,</hi> of good and vertuous parents: and though his own learning and other mul<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tiplied merits may justly seem sufficient to dignifie both him<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>self and his posterity; yet the Reader may be pleased to know that his Father was masculinely and lineally descended from a ve<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry ancient Family in <hi>Wales,</hi> where many of his name now live, that deserve and have great re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>putation in that Countrey.</p>
<p>By his Mother he was de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>scended of the Family of the fa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mous and learned Sir <hi>Tho. Moor,</hi> sometime <hi>L. Chancelour</hi> of <hi>Engl.</hi> as also from that worthy and laborious <hi>Iudge Rastall,</hi> who left Posterity the vast Statutes of
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the Law of this Nation most exactly abridged.</p>
<p>He had his first breeding in his Fathers house, where a private Tutor had the care of him, un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>till the nineth year of his age, and in his tenth year was sent to the University of <hi>Oxford,</hi> having at that time a good command both of the French and Latine Tongue. This and some other of his remarkable abilities, made one give this censure of him, <hi>That this age had brought forth another Picus Mirandula</hi>; of whom Story sayes, <hi>That he was rather born than made wise by study.</hi>
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<p>There he remained in <hi>Hart-Hall,</hi> having for the advance<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment of his studies Tutors of se<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>verall Sciences to attend and in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>struct him, till time made him
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capable, and his learning expres<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sed in publick exercises declared him worthy to receive his first degree in the Schooles, which he forbore by advice from his friends, who being for their Re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ligion of the Romish perswasion, were <hi>conscionably</hi> averse to some parts of the Oath that is alwaies tendered at those times, and not to be refused by those that ex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pect the titulary honour of their studies.</p>
<p>About the fourteenth year of his age he was transplanted from <hi>Oxford</hi> to <hi>Cambridge,</hi> where that he might receive nourishment from both Soiles, he staid till his seventeenth yeare; all which time he was a most laborious Student, often changing his stu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dies, but endeavouring to take no degree, for the reasons formerly mentioned.</p>
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<pb n="8" facs="tcp:56311:14"/>About the seventeenth yeare of his age, he was removed to <hi>London,</hi> and then admitted into <hi>Lincolns Inne,</hi> with an intent to study the <hi>Law</hi>; where he gave great testimonies of his Wit, his Learning, and of his Improve<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment in that profession: which never served him for other use than an Ornament and Self-sa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tisfaction.</p>
<p>His Father died before his ad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mission into this Society, and being a Merchant left him his portion in money (it was 3000 l.) His mother and those to whose care he was committed, were watchfull to improve his know<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ledge, and to that end appoint<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted him Tutors in the <hi>Mathema<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ticks,</hi> and all the <hi>Liberall Scien<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ces,</hi> to attend him. But with these Arts they were advised to
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instill particular principles of the <hi>Romish Church,</hi> of which those Tutors profest (though secretly) themselves to be members.</p>
<p>They had almost obliged him to their faith, having for their advantage (besides many op<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>portunities) the example of his dear and pious Parents, which was a most powerfull perswasi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on, and did work much upon him, as he professeth in his <hi>Pseudo-Martyr</hi>; a book of which the Reader shall have some ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>count in what followes.</p>
<p>He was now entred into the eighteenth year of his age, and at that time had betrothed himself to no Religion that might give him any other denomination than a Christian. And Reason and Piety had both perswaded
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him that there could be no such sin as Schisme, if an adherence to some visible Church were not necessary.</p>
<p>He did therefore at his en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trance into the nineteenth year of his age (though his youth and strength then promised him a long life) yet being unresolved in his Religion, he thought it ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cessary to rectifie all scruples that concerned that: and therefore waving the Law, and betrothing himself to no Art or Profession, that might justly denominate him; he begun to survey the Body of Divinity, as it is controverted betwixt the <hi>Re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>formed</hi> and the <hi>Roman Church.</hi> And as <hi>Gods blessed Spirit did then awaken him to the search, and in that industry did never forsake him,</hi> (they be his own words<note n="*" place="margin">In his Preface to <hi>Pseu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>do-Mar.</hi>
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<hi>so he calls the same holy Spirit to witnesse this protestation, that in that disquisition and search, he pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceeded with humility and diffidence in himself, and by that which he took to be the safest way, namely, his frequent prayers, and an in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>different affection to both par<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ties.</hi>
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<p>Being to undertake this search, he believed the <hi>Cardinall Bel<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>larmine</hi> to be the best defender of the <hi>Roman cause,</hi> and there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore betook himself to the exa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mination of his Reasons. The Cause was weighty, and wilfull delayes had been inexcusable both towards God and his own conscience; he therefore pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceeded in this search with all moderate haste, and before the twentieth yeare of his age, did shew the then <hi>Dean</hi> of <hi>Glocester</hi>
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(whose name my memory hath now lost) all the Cardinals works marked with many weighty ob<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>servations under his own hand; which works were bequeathed by him at his death as a Legacy to a most dear Friend.</p>
<p>The year following he resolved to travell; and the Earl of <hi>Essex</hi> going first the <hi>Cales,</hi> and after the <hi>Island voyages,</hi> he took the advantage of these opportu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nities, waited upon his Lordship, and was an eye-witnesse of those happy and unhappy em<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ployments.</p>
<p>But he returned not back into <hi>England,</hi> till he had staid some years first in <hi>Italy,</hi> and then in <hi>Spain,</hi> where he made many usefull observations of those Countreys, their Laws and man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ner
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of Government, and return<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed into <hi>England</hi> perfect in their Languages.</p>
<p>The time that he spent in <hi>Spain</hi> was at his first going into <hi>Italy</hi> designed for travelling the <hi>Holy Land,</hi> and for viewing <hi>Ie<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rusalem</hi> and the Sepulchre of our Saviour. But at his being in the furthest parts of <hi>Italy,</hi> the disap<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pointment of company, or of a safe Convoy, or the uncertainty of returns for money into those remote parts, denied him that happiness which he did often oc<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>casionally mention with a deplo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ration.</p>
<p>Not long after his returne into <hi>England,</hi> that exempla<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry pattern of gravity and wis<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dom, the Lord <hi>Elsemore,</hi> Keep<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>er of the great Seal, and <hi>Lord
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cellour of England,</hi> taking notice of his Learning, Languages, and other abilities, and much affect<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing his person and condition, took him to be his chief Secre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tary, supposing and intending it to be an Introduction to some more weighty employment in the State, for which his Lordship did often protest he thought him very fit.</p>
<p>Nor did his Lordship in this time of Mr. <hi>Donne</hi>'s attendance upon him, account him to be so much his servant, as to forget he was his friend; and to testi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fie it, did alwayes use him with much courtesie, appointing him a place at his own table, to which he esteemed his company and discourse a great ornament.</p>
<p>He continued that employ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment
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for the space of five years, being daily usefull, and not mer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cenary to his friends. During which time he (I dare not say unhappily) fell into such a liking, as (with her approbation) increased into a love with a young Gentlewoman that lived in that Family, who was Niece to the Lady <hi>Elsemore,</hi> and Daughter to Sir <hi>George Moor,</hi> then Chancel<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lour of the Garter and Lieute<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nant of the Tower.</p>
<p>Sir <hi>George</hi> had some intimati<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on of it, and knowing preventi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on to be a great part of wisdom, did therefore remove her with much haste from that to his own house at <hi>Lothesley,</hi> but too late, by reason of some faithfull pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mises which were so interchan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gably passed as never to be violated.</p>
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<pb n="17" facs="tcp:56311:18"/>And that the knowledge of their marriage might not fall, like an unexpected tempest, on those that were unwilling to have it so; but that preappre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>hensions might make it the less enormous, it was purposely whis<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pered into the ears of many that it was so, yet by none that could attest it. But to put a period to the jealousies of Sir <hi>George,</hi> (Doubt often begetting more restless thoughts then the cer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tain knowledge of what we fear) the news was in favour to Mr. <hi>Donne,</hi> and with his allowance, made known to Sir <hi>George</hi> by his honourable friend and neighbour <hi>Henry</hi> Earl of <hi>Northumberland:</hi> but it was to Sir <hi>George</hi> so im<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>measurably unwelcome, and so transported him, that as though his passion of anger and inconsi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deration might exceed theirs of
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love and errour, he presently en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gaged his sister the Lady <hi>Else<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>more</hi> to joyn with him to pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cure her Lord to discharge Mr. <hi>Donne</hi> of the place he held under his Lordship. This request was followed with violence; and though Sir <hi>George</hi> were remem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bred, that errors might be over-punished, and desired therefore to forbear till second considera<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tions might clear some scruples, yet he became restlesse untill his suit was granted, and the punish<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment executed. The <hi>Lord Chancellour</hi> then at Mr. <hi>Donnes</hi> dis<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mission, saying, he parted with a Friend; and protested <hi>he thought him a Secretary fitter for a King then a Subject.</hi>
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<p>But this Physick of M. <hi>Donne</hi>'s dismission was not strong enough to purge out all Sir <hi>George</hi> his
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choler, who was not satisfied till Mr. <hi>Donne</hi> and his Compu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pill in <hi>Cambridge</hi> that married him, namely, <hi>Samuel Brook</hi> (who was after Doctor in Divinity, and Master of Trinity Colledge) and his brother Mr. <hi>Christopher Brook,</hi> Mr. <hi>Donne</hi>'s Chamber-fellow in <hi>Lincolns Inne,</hi> who gave Mr. <hi>Donne</hi> his Wife, and witnes<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sed the marriage, were all com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mitted, and to three severall prisons.</p>
<p>Mr. <hi>Donne</hi> was first enlarged, who neither gave rest to his bo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dy or brain, nor any friend in whom he might hope to have an interest, untill he had procured an enlargement for his two im<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>prisoned friends.</p>
<p>He was now at Liberty, but his dayes were still cloudy; and be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing past these troubles, others
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did still multiply upon him; for his wife was (to her extreme sorrow) detained fom him; and though with <hi>Iacob</hi> he endured not an hard service for her, yet he lost a good one, and was for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ced to make good his title to her, and to get possession of her by a long and a restlesse suit in Law, which proved troublesome and chargeable to him, whose youth, and travell, and bounty, had brought his estate into a nar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>row compass.</p>
<p>It is observed, and most truly, that silence and submission are charming qualities, and work most upon passionate men; and it proved so with Sir <hi>George</hi>; for these and a generall report of Mr. <hi>Donne</hi>'s merits, together with his winning behaviour, (which when it would intice,
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had a strange kind of elegant ir<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>resistible art) these and time had so dispassionated Sir <hi>George,</hi> that as the world had approved his daughters choice, so he also could not but see a more then ordinary merit in his new son; and this melted him into so much remorse (for Love and Anger are so like Agues, as to have hot and cold fits.) And love in parents, though it may be quenched, yet is easily re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>kindled, and expires not, till death denies mankind a naturall heat) that he laboured his sons restoration to his place; using to that end both his own and his sisters power to her Lord, but with no successe; for his answer was, <hi>That though he was unfeigned<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly sorry for what he had done, yet it was inconsistent with his place and credit, to discharge and re-admit
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admit servants at the request of passionate petitioners.</hi>
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<p>Sir <hi>George</hi>'s endeavour for Mr. <hi>Donne</hi>'s re-admission, was by all meanes to be kept secret (for men do more naturally reluct for errours, than submit to put on those blemishes that attend their visible acknowledgement.) How<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ever it was not long before Sir <hi>George</hi> appeared to be so far re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>conciled, as to wish their happi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nesse, and not to deny them his paternall blessing, but refused to contribute any meanes that might conduce to their liveli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>hood.</p>
<p>Mr. <hi>Donne</hi>'s estate was the greatest part spent in many and chargable Travels, Books, and dear-bought Experience; he out of all employment that might yield a support for himself and
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wife, who had been curiously and plentifully educated; both their natures generous, and accustomed to confer, but not to receive courtesies: These and other considerations, but chiefly that his wife was to bear a part in his sufferings, surrounded him with many sad thoughts, and some apparent apprehensions of want.</p>
<p>But his sorrowes were lessen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed and his wants prevented by the seasonable courtesie of their noble kinsman Sir <hi>Francis Wolly</hi> of <hi>Pirford,</hi> who intreated them to a cohabitution with him; where they remained with much freedome to themselves, and equal content to him for many years; and as their charge en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>creased (she had yearly a child) so did his love and boun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty.</p>
<p>
<pb n="24" facs="tcp:56311:22"/>It hath been observed by wise and considering men, that wealth hath seldome been the portion, and never the mark to discover good people, but that Almighty God, who disposeth all things wisely, hath of his abundant goodnesse denied it (he onely knowes why) to many whose minds he hath enriched with the greater blessings of <hi>knowledge</hi> and <hi>vertue,</hi> as the fairer testimo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nies of his love to mankind; and this was the present condi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion of this man of so excellent erudition and endowments; whose necessary and daily ex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pences were hardly reconcilable with his uncertain and narrow estate. Which I mention, for that at this time there was a most generous offer made him for the moderating of his world<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly cares; the declaration of
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which shall be the next employ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment of my pen.</p>
<p>God hath been so good to his Church, as to afford it in every age some such men to serve at his Altar as have been piously ambitious of doing good to man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>kind; a disposition that is so like to God himself, that it owes it self onely to him who takes a pleasure to behold it in his crea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tures. These times he did blesse with many such; some of which still live to be patterns of Apo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>stolicall Charity, and of more than Humane Patience. I have said this because I have occasion to mention one of them in my following discourse; namely, Dr. <hi>Morton,</hi> the most laborious and learned Bishop of <hi>Durham,</hi> one that God hath blessed with per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fect intellectuals, and a cheerfull
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heart at the age of 94 yeares (and is yet living) one that in his dayes of plenty used his large Revenue to the encouragement of <hi>Learning</hi> and <hi>Vertue</hi>; and is now (be it spoken with sorrow) reduced to a narrow estate, which he embraces without repining; and still shews the beauty of his mind by so liberall a hand, as if this were an age in which <hi>to mo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rrow were to care for it self.</hi> I have taken a pleasure in giving the reader a short, but true character of this good man, from whom I received this following relati<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on. He sent to Mr. <hi>Donne,</hi> and intreated to borrow an hour of his time for a Conference the next day. After their meeting there was not many minutes passed before he spake to Mr. <hi>Donne</hi> to this purpose;
<q>Mr. <hi>Donne,</hi> The occasion of send<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
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for you is to propose to you what I have often revolv'd in my own thought since I last saw you: which, neverthelesse, I will not do but upon this con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dition, that you shall not re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>turn me a present answer, but forbeare three dayes, and be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>stow some part of that time in fasting and prayer; and after a serious consideration of what I shall propose, then return to me with your answer. Deny me not, Mr. <hi>Donne,</hi> for it is the effect of a true love, which I would gladly pay as a debt due for yours to me.</q>
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<p>This request being grant<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed, the Doctor exprest himself thus:
<q>Mr. <hi>Donne,</hi> I know your E<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ducation and Abilities; I know
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your expectation of a State-employment; and I know your fitnesse for it; and I know too the many delayes and contin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gencies that attend Court-pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mises; and let me tell you, my love begot by our long friend<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ship and familiarity hath prom<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pted me to such an inquisition of your present temporall e<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>state, as makes me no stranger to your necessities, which are such as your generous spirit could not bear, if it were not supported with a pious pati<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ence: you know I have for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>merly perswaded you to wave your Court-hopes, and enter into holy Orders; which I now again perswade you to embrace, with this reason added to my former request: The King hath now made me Dean of <hi>Gloce<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ster,</hi> and I am possessed of a
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Benefice, the profits of which are equall to those of my Dean<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry, I will think my Deanry e<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nough for my maintenance (who am and resolve to die a single man) and will quit my Benefice and estate you in it (which the Patron is willing I shall doe) if God shall incline your heart to embrace this mo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion. <hi>Remember,</hi> Mr. <hi>Donne,</hi> no mans education or parts make him too good for this employment, <hi>which is to be an Ambassadour for him who by a vile death opened the gates of life to mankind.</hi> Make me no pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sent answer; but remember your promise, and return to me the third day with your resolu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion.</q>
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<p>At the hearing of this, Mr. <hi>Donne</hi>'s faint breath and perplext
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countenance gave a visible testi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mony of an inward conflict; but he departed without returning an answer till the third day, and then it was to this effect;
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and learning, though not eminent, may not, being assisted with Gods grace and humility, render me in some measure fit for it: but I dare make so dear a friend as you are my Confessor; some irre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gularities of my life, have been so visible to some men, that though I have, I thank God, made my peace with him by penitentiall resolutions against them, and by the assistance of his grace banish'd them my af<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fections; yet this, which God knows to be so, is not so vi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sible to man, as to free me from their censures, and it may be that sacred calling from a dishonour. And besides, where<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>as it is determined by the best of <hi>Casuists,</hi> that <hi>Gods glory should be the first end, and a maintenance the second motive
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<p>This was his present resoluti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on,
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but the heart of man is not in his own keeping; and he was destined to this sacred service by an higher hand, a hand so power<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>full, as forced him to a compli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ance: of which I shall give the reader an account before I shall give a rest to my pen.</p>
<p>Mr. <hi>Donne</hi> and his wife conti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nued with Sir <hi>Francis Wolly</hi> till his death; a little before which time he was so happy as to make a perfect reconciliation betwixt Sir <hi>George</hi> and his forsaken son and daughter, Sir <hi>George</hi> condi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tioning by bond to pay to Mr. <hi>Donne</hi> 800 l. at a certain day, as a portion with his wife, or 20 l. quarterly for their maintenance, as the interest for it, till the said portion was paid.</p>
<p>Most of those years that he li<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ved
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with Sir <hi>Francis,</hi> he studied the <hi>Civil</hi> and <hi>Common Lawes</hi>; in which he acquired such a per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fection, as was judged to hold proportion with many who had made that study the employ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment of their whole life.</p>
<p>Sir <hi>Francis</hi> being dead, and that happy family dissolved, Mr. <hi>Donne</hi> took for himself an house in <hi>Micham</hi> (near to <hi>Croydon</hi> in <hi>Surrey</hi>) a place noted for good aire and choice company: there his wife and children remained, & for himself he took lodgings in <hi>London</hi> near to White-Hall, whither his friends and occasions drew him very often, and where he was often visited by many of the Nobility and others of this Nation, who used him in their Counsels of greatest considera<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion.</p>
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<p>He was much importuned by many friends to make his resi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dence in <hi>London,</hi> but he still de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nied it, having setled his deare wife and children at <hi>Micham,</hi> whither he often retired himself, and destin'd certaine dayes to a constant study of some points of Controversies; but after some yeares, the perswasion of friends was so powerful, as to cause the removall of himself and family to <hi>London,</hi> where Sir <hi>Robert Drewry,</hi> a Gentleman of a very
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noble estate, and a more liberall mind, assigned him a very choice and usefull house rent-free, next to his own in <hi>Drewry-lane</hi>; and was also a cherisher of his studies, and such a friend as sympathized with him and his in all their joy and sorrowes.</p>
<p>Many of the Nobility were watchfull and solicitous to the King for some preferment for him; His Majesty had formerly both known and put a value up<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on his company, and had also gi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ven him some hopes of a State-employment, being the better pleased when Mr. <hi>Donne</hi> atten<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ded him, especially at his meals, where there were usually many deep discourses of general learn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing, and very often friendly de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bates or disputes of Religion be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>twixt his Majesty and those Di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vines,
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whose places required their attendance on him at those times: particularly, the Dean of the Chappel, who then was Bishop <hi>Montague</hi> (the publisher of the learned and eloquent Works of his Majesty) and the most reve<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rend Doctor <hi>Andrews,</hi> the late learned Bishop of <hi>Winchester,</hi> who then was the Kings Almo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ner.</p>
<p>About this time there grew many disputes that concerned the <hi>Oath of Supremacy</hi> and <hi>Alle<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>giance,</hi> in which the King had appeared and engaged himself by his publick writings now extant; and his Majesty discoursing with Mr. <hi>Donne</hi> concerning many of the reasons which are usually ur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ged against the taking of those Oaths, apprehended such a vali<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dity and clearnesse in his stating
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the Questions, and his Answers to them, that his Majesty com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>manded him to bestow some time in drawing the Arguments into a method, and then write his Answers to them; and ha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ving done that, not to send but be his own messenger and bring them to him. To this he pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sently applied himself, and with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>in six weeks brought them to him under his own hand-writing, as they be now printed, the Book bearing the name of <hi>Pseu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>do-Martyr.</hi>
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<p>When the King had read and considered that booke, he perswaded Mr. <hi>Donne</hi> to enter into the Ministry; to which at that time he was and appeared very unwilling, apprehending it (such was his mistaking mode<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sty) to be too weighty for his
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abilities; and though his Maje<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sty had promised him a favour, and many persons of worth me<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>diated with his Majesty for some secular employment for him, to which his education had apted him, and particulary the Earle of <hi>somerset,</hi> when in his height of favour, being then at <hi>Theobalds</hi> with the King, where one of the Clerks of the Council died that night, the Earle having sent im<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mediately for Mr. <hi>Donne</hi> to come to him, said, <hi>Mr.</hi> Donne, <hi>To te<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>stifie the reality of my affection, and my purpose to prefer you, stay in this garden till I go up to the King, and bring you word that you are Clerk of the Council.</hi> The King gave a positive denial to all re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quests; and having a discerning spirit, replied, <hi>I know Mr.</hi> Donne <hi>is a learned man, has the abilities of a learned Divine, and will prove
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<hi>the King descended almost to a solicitation of him to enter into sacred Orders:</hi> which, though he then denied not, yet he deferred it for three years. All which time he appli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed himself to an incessant study of Textuall Divinity, and to the attainment of a greater perfecti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on in the learned Languages, <hi>Greek</hi> and <hi>Hebrew.</hi>
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<p>In the first and most blessed times of Christianity, when the Clergy were look'd upon with reverence, and deserved it, when they overcame their opposers by high examples of Vertue, by a blessed Patience and long Suf<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fering; those onely were then judged worthy the Ministry, whose quiet and meek spirits did
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meek <hi>Moses, Lord who am I?</hi> And sure if he had consulted with flesh and blood, he had not put his hand to that holy plough. But, God who is able to prevaile, wrestled with him as the <hi>Angell</hi> did with <hi>Iacob, and marked him</hi>; mark't him for his own, mark't him with a blessing, a blessing of obedience to the motions of his blessed Spirit. And then, as he had formerly asked God with <hi>Moses, Who am I?</hi> So now be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing inspired with an apprehension of Gods particular mercy to him, he came to ask <hi>King Davids</hi> thankfull question, <hi>Lord who am I that thou art so mindfull of me?</hi> So mindfull of me as to lead me for more then forty yeares through this wildernesse of the many temptations, and various turnings of a dangerous life; so mercifull to me as to move the
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learned'st of <hi>Kings,</hi> to descend to move me to serve at thy Al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tar; so mercifull to me as to move my heart to imbrace this holy motion, thy motions I will imbrace. And I now say with the blessed Virgin, <hi>Be it with thy servant as seemeth best in thy sight</hi>; and so I do take the cup of salva<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion, and will call upon thy Name and preach thy Gospel.</p>
<p>Such strifes as these St. <hi>Au<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>stine</hi> had, when St. <hi>Ambrose</hi> in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deavoured his conversion to Christianity, with which he con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fesseth, he acquainted his friend <hi>Alipius.</hi> Our learned Author (a man fit to write after no mean Copy) did the like. And de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>claring his intentions to his dear friend Dr. <hi>King</hi> then <hi>Bishop</hi> of <hi>London,</hi> a man famous in his ge<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neration, and no stranger to Mr.
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<hi>Donnes</hi> abilities. (For he had been Chaplain to the Lord Chancel<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lour, at the time of Mr. <hi>Donnes</hi> being his Lordships Secretary) That Reverend man did receive the news with much gladnesse, and after some expressions of joy, and a perswasion to be con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>stant in his pious purpose, he pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceeded with all convenient speed to ordain him both <hi>Deacon</hi> and <hi>Priest.</hi>
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<p>Now the <hi>English Church</hi> had gain'd a second St. <hi>Austine,</hi> for I thinke none was so like him be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore his conversion; none so like St. <hi>Ambrose</hi> after it; and if his youth had the infirmities of the one, his age had the excel<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lencies of the other, the learning and holinesse of both.</p>
<p>And now all his studies which
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had been occasionally diffused, were all concentred in Divinity. Now he had a new calling, new thoughts, and a new imployment for his wit and eloquence. Now all his earthly affections were changed into divine love; and all the faculties of his own soul were ingaged in the conversion of others. In preaching the glad tidings of remission to repenting sinners; and peace to each trou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bled soul. To these he applyed himself with all care & diligence; and now, such a change was wrought in him, that he could say with David, <hi>Oh how amiable are thy Tabernacles, O Lord God of Hosts</hi>! Now he declared openly, <hi>that when he required a temporal, God gave him a spiritual-blessing</hi>: And that, <hi>he was now gladder to be a door-keeper in the house of God, then he could to be in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>joy
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<p>Presently after he entred into his holy profession, the <hi>King</hi> sent for him, and made him his Chap<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lain in ordinary; and promised to take a particular care for his pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ferment.</p>
<p>And though his long familia<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rity with Scholars, and persons of greatest quality, was such as might have given some men boldnesse enough to have preached to any eminent Audi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tory, yet his modesty in this im<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ployment was such, that he could not be perswaded to it, but went usually accompanied with some one friend, to preach privately in some villages not far from <hi>Lon<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>don.</hi> This he did till his Ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>jesty sent and appointed him a
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day to preach to him; and though much were expected from him, both by his Majesty and others, yet he was so happy which few are, as to satisfie and exceed their expectations; preaching the Word so, as shewed his own heart was possest with those ve<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry thoughts, and joyes that he laboured to distill into others. A Preacher in earnest, weeping sometimes for his Auditory, sometimes with them; alwaies preaching to himself like an An<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gell from a cloud, but in none; carrying some, as St. <hi>Paul</hi> was, to Heaven in holy raptures, and inticing others by a sacred art and Courtship to amend their lives; here picturing a vice so as to make it ugly to those that practised it; and a vertue so, as to make it be loved even by those that lov'd it not, and all
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this with a most particular grace and an unexpressable addition of comelinesse.</p>
<p>There may be some that may incline to think (such indeed as have not heard him) that my af<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fection to my friend, hath trans<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ported me to an immoderate commendation of his preaching. If this meets with any such, Let me intreat, though I will omit many, yet that he will receive at least a double witnesse for what I say being attested by a Gentle<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>man of worth, Mr. <hi>Chidley,</hi> and a frequent hearer of his Sermons. It is part of a funerall elogy writ on him, and a known truth though it be in verse.</p>
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<l>—Each Altar had his fire—</l>
<l>He kept his love but not his object: wit,</l>
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<l>Taught it both time & place, & brought it home</l>
<l>To piety, which it doth best become.</l>
<l>For say, had ever pleasure such a dresse?</l>
<l>Have you seen crimes so shap'r, or lovelyness</l>
<l>Such as his lips did clothe Religion in?</l>
<l>Had not reproof a beauty-passing sin?</l>
<l>Corrupted nature sorrowed that she stood</l>
<l>So neer the danger of becomming good.</l>
<l>And, when he preach't she wish't her eares exempt.</l>
<l>From piety, that had such power to tempt.</l>
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<p>More of this, and more wit<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nesses might be brought, but I forbear and returne.</p>
<p>That summer, in the very same moneth in which he entred
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into sacred Orders, and was made the <hi>Kings Chaplain,</hi> His Ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>jesty then going his Progresse, was intreated to receive an en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tertainment in the University of <hi>Cambridge:</hi> And Mr. <hi>Donne</hi> at<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tending his Majesty at that time, his Majesty was pleased to re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>commend him to the University, to be made <hi>Doctor</hi> in <hi>Divi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nity, Doctor Harsnet</hi> (after Arch<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>Bishop of <hi>York</hi>) was then <hi>Vice-Chancellour,</hi> who knowing him to be the Author of the <hi>Pseudo-Martyr,</hi> required no other proof of his abilities, but proposed it to the <hi>University,</hi> who presently assented and exprest a gladnesse, that they had such an occasion to intitle him to be theirs.</p>
<p>His abilities and industry in his profession, were so eminent, and he so known and beloved
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by persons of quality, that with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>in the first year of his entring in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>to sacred Orders, he had four<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>teen Advowsons of several Beni<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fices presented to him: But they were in the Country, and he could not leave his beloved <hi>Lon<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>don,</hi> to which place he had a na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>turall inclination, having recei<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ved both his birth and educati<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on in it, and contracted a friend<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ship there with many; whose conversation multiplyed the joyes of his life: But, an imploy<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment that might affixe him to that place would be welcome, for he needed it.</p>
<p>Immediately after his return from <hi>Cambridge,</hi> his wife dyed, leaving him a man of an unsetled estate, and (having buryed five) the carefull father of seven chil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dren then living, to whom he
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<p>In this retirednesse which was often from the sight of his dea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rest friends, he became <hi>crucified to the world,</hi> and all those vanities, those imaginary pleasures that are dayly acted on that restlesse stage, and they crucified to him. Nor s it hard to thinke (being passions may be both changed and heightned by accidents) but that that abundant affection which once was betwixt him and her, who had long been the de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>light of his eyes, the Companion
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of his youth; her, with whom he had devided so many pleasant sorrows and contented feares as the Common-people are not ca<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pable of: She being now remo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ved by death, a commeasurable grief took as full a possession of him as joy had done, and so in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deed it did: for now his very soul was elemented of nothing but sadness, now grief took so full a possession of his heart, as to leave no place for joy. If it did? It was a joy to be alone, where like a <hi>Pelican in the mildernesse,</hi> he might bemoane himself without witnesse or restraint, and poure forth his passions like <hi>Iob</hi> in the dayes of his affliction, <hi>Oh that I might have the desire of my heart! Oh that God would grant the thing that I long for</hi>! For then <hi>as the Grave is become her house,</hi> so I would hasten to make it mine al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>so;
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<hi>that we two might there make our beds together in the darke.</hi> Thus as the <hi>Israelites</hi> sate mour<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ning by the rivers of <hi>Babylon,</hi> when they remembred <hi>Sion</hi>; so he gave some ease to his oppressed heart by thus venting his sor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rowes. Thus he began the day, and ended the night, ended the restless night and began the wea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry day in <hi>lamentations.</hi> And thus he continued till a consideration of his new ingagements to God, and St. <hi>Pauls Wo is me if I preach not the Gospel:</hi> disper'st those sad clouds that had now benighted his hopes, and forc'd him to be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>hold the light.</p>
<p>His first motion from his house was to preach, where his beloved wife lay buryed (in St. <hi>Clements</hi> Church neer Temple-Barre <hi>London,</hi>) and his text was
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a part of the Prophet <hi>Ieremy</hi>'s Lamentations: <hi>Lo, I am the man that have seen affliction.</hi>
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<p>And indeed his very words and looks testified him to be truly such a man; and they with the addition of his sighs and teares did so work upon the affe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ctions of his hearers, as melted and moulded them into a com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>panionable sadnesse; and so they left the Congregation; but their houses presented them with ob<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>jects of diversion, and his presen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted him with no diversions, but with fresh objects of sorrow, in beholding many helplesse chil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dren, and a consideration of the many cares and casualties that at<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tended their education.</p>
<p>In this time of sadnesse he was importuned by the grave Ben<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chers
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of <hi>Lincolns Inne,</hi> once the friends of his youth, to accept of their Lecture, which by reason of Dr. <hi>Gatakers</hi> removall from thence was then void; of which he accepted, being most glad to renew his intermitted friendship with those whom he so much lo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ved, and where he had been a <hi>Saul,</hi> though not to persecute Christianity, yet in his irregular youth to neglect the visible prac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tise of it, there to become a <hi>Paul,</hi> and preach salvation to his brethren.</p>
<p>And now his life was as a <hi>Shi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ning light</hi> amongst his old friends; now he gave an ocular te<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>stimony of the strictnesse and re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gularity of it; now he might say as S. <hi>Paul</hi> advised his <hi>Corinthians, Be ye followers of me, as I follow Christ, and walk as ye have me for
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<p>The love of that noble socie<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty was expressed to him many wayes; for, besides fair lodgings that were set apart and newly furnished for him, with all neces<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>saries, other courtesies were dai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly added; so many and so freely, as if they meant their gratitude should exceed his merits; and in this love-strife of desert and li<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>berality, they continued for the space of three years, he preach<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing faithfully and constantly to them, and they liberally requi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ting him. About which time the Emperour of <hi>Germany</hi> died, and the Palsgrave, who had late<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly married the Lady <hi>Elizabeth</hi> the Kings onely daugther, was
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elected and crowned King of <hi>Bohemia,</hi> the unhappy beginning of many miseries in that Nation.</p>
<p>King <hi>Iames,</hi> whose Motto (<hi>Beati Pacifici</hi>) did truly speak the very thoughts of his heart, endeavoured first to prevent, and after to compose the discords of that discomposed State: and amongst other his endeavours did then send the Lord <hi>Hay</hi> Earl of <hi>Doncaster</hi> his Ambassadour to those unsetled Princes; and by a speciall command from his Ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>jesty Dr. <hi>Donne</hi> was appointed to assist and attend that employ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment to the Princes of the Uni<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on: for which the Earl was most glad, who had alwayes put a great value on him, and taken a complacency in his coversati<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on; and those of <hi>Lincolnes Inne</hi>
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that were his most intire friends were glad also; for they feared that his immoderate study and sadness for his wives death, would, as <hi>Iacob</hi> said, <hi>make his days few,</hi> and respecting his bodily health, <hi>evil too:</hi> and of this there were some visible signes. At his going he left his friends of <hi>Lin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>colns Inne,</hi> and they him with many reluctations: for though he could not say as S. <hi>Paul</hi> to his <hi>Ephesians, Behold you to whom I have peached the kingdom of God, shall from henceforth see my face no more</hi>; yet he believing him<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>self to be in a Consumption, questioned, and they feared it: knowing that his troubled mind with the help of his unintermit<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted studies hastened the decayes of his weak body. But God turn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed it to the best, for this employ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment (to say nothing of the event
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of it) did not onely divert him from those serious studies and sad thoughts, but seemed to give him a new life by a true occasion of joy, to be an eye-witnesse of the health of his most dear and most honoured Mistresse the Qu of <hi>Bohemia,</hi> in a forraign Na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion, and to be a witness of that gladness which she expressed to see him: Who having formerly known him a Courtier, was much joyed to see him in a Canonicall habit, and more glad to be an ear-witness of his excellent and powerfull preaching.</p>
<p>About fourteen moneths after his departure out of <hi>England,</hi> he returned to his friends of <hi>Lin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>colns-Inne</hi> with his sorrows mo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>derated, and his health impro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ved, and there be took himself to his constant course of preaching.</p>
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<pb n="61" facs="tcp:56311:42"/>About a year after his return out of <hi>Germany,</hi> Dr. <hi>Cary</hi> was made Bishop of <hi>Exeter,</hi> and by his removall the Deanry of St. <hi>Pauls</hi> being vacant, the King sent to Dr. <hi>Donne,</hi> and appoint<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed him to attend him at dinner the next day. When his Majesty was sate down, before he had eat any meat, he said after his plea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sant manner, Dr. <hi>Donne,</hi> I have invited you to dinner, and though you sit not down with me, yet I will carve to you of a dish that I know you love well; for I know you love <hi>London,</hi> and I do there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore make you Dean of <hi>Pauls;</hi> and when I have dined, then doe you take your beloved dish home to your study; say grace there to your self, and much good may it do you.</p>
<p>Immediately after he came to his Deanry, he employed work<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>men
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to repair and beautifie the Chappel, suffering, as holy <hi>Da<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vid</hi> once vowed <hi>his eyes and tem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ples to take no rest, till he had first beautified the house of God.</hi>
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<p>The next quarter following, when his Father-in-law Sir <hi>Geo. Moor,</hi> whom Time had made a lover and admirer of him, came to pay to him the conditioned summe of twenty pounds; he refused to receive it, and said as good <hi>Iacob</hi> did, when he heard his beloved son <hi>Ioseph</hi> was a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>live, <hi>It is enough,</hi> you have been kind to me and mine: I know your present condition, and I hope mine is or will be such as not to need it: I will therefore receive no more from you upon that contract; and in testimony of it freely gave him up his bond.</p>
<p>
<pb n="63" facs="tcp:56311:43"/>Immediately after his admis<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sion into his Deanry, the Vica<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rage of St. <hi>Dunston</hi> in the West, <hi>London,</hi> fell to him by the death of Dr. <hi>White,</hi> the Advewson of it having been formerly given to him by his honourable friend, <hi>Richard</hi> Earl of <hi>Dorset,</hi> then the Patron, and confirmed by his brother the late deceased <hi>Ed<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ward,</hi> both of them men of much honour.</p>
<p>By these and other Ecclesia<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sticall endowments which fell to him about the same time, given to him formerly by the Earl of <hi>Kent,</hi> he was enabled to become charitable to the poor, and kind to his friends, and to make such provision for his children, that they were not left scandalous, as relating to their or his profession and quality.</p>
<p>
<pb n="64" facs="tcp:56311:44"/>The next <hi>Parliament,</hi> which was within that present year, he was chosen <hi>Prolocutor</hi> to the <hi>Con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vocation</hi>; and about that time was appointed by his Majesty, his most gracious Master, to preach very many occasionall Sermons. All which employ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ments he performed, not onely to the allowance but admiration of the Representative Body of the whole Clergy of this Na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion.</p>
<p>He was once, and but once, clowded with the Kings displea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sure, and it was about this time, which was occasioned by some malicious whisperer, who had told his Majesty that Dr. <hi>Donne</hi> had put on the generall humour of the Pulpits, and was become busie in insinuating a fear of the Kings inclining to Popery, and a
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dislike of his Government: and particularly, for his turning the evening Lectures into Catechi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sing, and expounding the Pray<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>er of our Lord, and of the Be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lief, and Commandements. His Majesty was more inclinable to believe this; for that a person of Nobility and great note, be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>twixt whom and Dr. <hi>Donne,</hi> there had been a great friendship, was about this time discarded the Court (I shall forbear his name, unlesse I had a fairer occasion) and justly committed to prison; which begot many rumours in the common people, who in this Nation think they are not wise, unlesse they be busie about what they understand not, and espe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cially about Religion.</p>
<p>The King received this news with so much discontent and
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restlesnesse, that he would not suffer the Sun to set and leave him under this doubt; but sent for Dr. <hi>Donne,</hi> and required his answer to the Accusation; which was so clear and satisfactory, that the King said he was right glad he rested no longer under the suspicion. When the King had said this, Doctor <hi>Donne</hi> kneeled down and thanked his Majesty, and protested his answer was faithful & free from all collusion, and therefore <hi>desired that he might not rise till as in like cases he always had from God, so he might have from his Majesty some assurance that he stood clear and fair in his opinion.</hi> Then the King raised him from his knees with his own hands, and protested that he knew he was an honest man, and doubted not but that he loved him truly. And having thus dis<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>missed
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him, he called some Lords of his Council into his chamber, and said with much ear<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nestnesse, <hi>My Doctor is an honest man: and my Lords, I was never better satisfied with an answer: and I alwayes rejoice when I think that by my means he became a Di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vine.</hi>
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<p>He was made Dean the fif<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tieth year of his age; and in his fifty fourth yeare a dangerous sicknesse seized him, which inclined him to a Consumption. But God, as <hi>Job</hi> thankfully ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>knowledged, <hi>preserved his spirit,</hi> and kept his intellectuals as clear and perfect, as when that sicknesse first seized his body.</p>
<p>In this distemper of body his dear friend <hi>Dr. Henry King</hi> (chief Residenciary of that Church, and
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now Bishop of <hi>Chicester</hi>) a man then generally known by the Clergy of this Nation, and as generally noted for his obliging nature, visited him dayly, and observing that his sicknesse ren<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dred his recovery doubtfull, he chose a seasonable time to speak to him, to this purpose.</p>
<p>
<q>Mr. <hi>Dean,</hi> I am by your fa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vour no stranger to your tempo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ral estate, & you are no stranger to the Offer lately made us, for the renewing a Lease of the best Prebends Corps belonging to our Church; and you know, 'twas denyed, for that our Te<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nant being very rich, offered to fine at so low a rate as held not proportion with his advantages: but I will raise him to an higher summe, or procure that the o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther Residenciaries shall joyn to
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accept of what was offered: one of those I can and will doe with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>out delay, and without any trouble either to your body or mind, I beseech you to accept of my offer, for I know it will be a considerable addition to your present estate.</q>
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<p>To this, after a short pause, and raising himself upon his bed, he made this reply.</p>
<p>
<q>My most dear friend, I most humbly thank you for your ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ny favours, and this in particu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lar: But, in my present condi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion, I shall not accept of your proposall; for doubtlesse there is such a Sinne as <hi>Sacriledge,</hi> if there were not, it could not have a name in Scripture. And the Primitive Clergy were watchfull against all appearan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ces
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of it; and indeed then all Christians lookt upon it with horror and detestation: Judg<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing it to be even an <hi>open defi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ance of the power and providence of Almighty God, and a sad pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sage of a declining Religion.</hi> But instead of such Christians, who had selected times set a part to fast and pray to God, for a pi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ous Clergy which they did obey, Our times abound with men that are busie and litigious about trifles and Church-Ce<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>remonies; and yet so far from scrupling <hi>Sacriledge,</hi> that they make not so much as a quaere what it is: But, I thank God I have, and dare not now upon my sick bed, when Almighty God hath made me uselesse to the service of the Church, make any advantages out of it. But if he shall again restore me to such
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a degree of health, as again to serve at his <hi>Altar,</hi> I shall then gladly take the reward which the bountifull Benefactours of this Church have designed me; for God knowes my Children and relations will need it. In which number my mother (whose Credulity and Charity has contracted a very plentifull to a very narrow estate) must not be forgotten: But Dr. <hi>King,</hi> if I recover not, that lit<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tle, that very little, when divi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ded into eight parts, must, if you deny me not so Charitable a favour, fall into your hands as my mst <hi>faithfull friend</hi> and Executor; of whose Care and Justice; I make no more doubt then of Gods blessing on that which I have conscienciously collected for them, and this I declare as my unalterable reso<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lution.</q>
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<p>
<pb n="72" facs="tcp:56311:48"/>The reply to this was onely a promise to observe his request.</p>
<p>Within a few dayes his di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>stempers abated; and as his strength increased, so did his thankfulnesse to Almighty God, testified in his <hi>book of Devotions,</hi> which he published at his reco<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>very. In which the reader may see, the most secret thoughts that then possest his soul, Para<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>phrased and make publick; a book that may not unfitly be called a Sacred picture of spiritu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>all extasies, occasioned and ap<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>plyable to the emergencies of that sicknesse, which being a composition of <hi>Meditations, dis<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quisitions</hi> and <hi>prayers,</hi> he writ on his sick-bed; herein imitating the holy Patriarchs, who were wont to build their Altars in that place, where they had received their blessings.</p>
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<pb n="73" facs="tcp:56311:48"/>This sicknesse brought him so neer to the gates of death, and he saw the grave so ready to de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vour him, that he would often say his recovery was supernatu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rall. But God that restor'd his health continued it to him, till the fifty-ninth year of his life. And then in <hi>August</hi> 1630. being with his eldest Daughter Mrs. <hi>Harvie</hi> at Abury hatch in <hi>Essex,</hi> he there fell into a fever, which with the help of his constant in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>firmity (vapors from the spleene) hastened him into so visible a Consumption, that his behol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ders might say as St <hi>Paul</hi> of him<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>self, <hi>He dies daily</hi>; and he might say with <hi>Iob, my welfare passeth away as a cloud, the dayes of my affliction have taken hold of me, and weary nights are appointed for me.</hi>
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<p>
<pb n="74" facs="tcp:56311:49"/>Reader, this sicknesse conti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nued long, not onely weaken<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing but wearying him so much, that my desire is, he may now take some rest, and that before I speake of his death thou wilt not think it an impertinent di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gression to look back with me upon some observations of his life, which whilst a gentle slum<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ber gives rest to his spirits, may, I hope, not unfitly exercise thy consideration.</p>
<p>His marriage was the remark<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>able errour of his life; an errour which though he had a wit able, very apt to maintain Paradoxes, yet he was very farre from justi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fying; & though his wives Com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>petent yeares, and other reasons might be justly urged to mode<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rate severe Censures; yet he would occasionally condemn
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himself for it: and doubtlesse it had been attended with an heavy Repentance, if God had not blest them with so mutuall and Cor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>diall affections, as in the midst of their sufferings made their bread of sorrow taste more pleasantly then the banquets of dull and low-spirited people.</p>
<p>The recreations of his youth were <hi>Poetry,</hi> in which he was so happy, as if nature and all her varieties had been made onely to exercise his sharpe wit, and high fancy; and in those pieces which were facetiously Compo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sed and carelesly scattered (most of them being written before the twentieth year of his age) it may appear by his choice Metaphors, that both <hi>Nature</hi> and all the <hi>Arts</hi> joyn'd to assist him with their utmost skill.</p>
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<pb n="76" facs="tcp:56311:50"/>It is a truth, that in his peni<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tentiall yeares, viewing some of those pieces loosely scattered in his youth, he wish't they had been abortive, or so short liv'd, that his own eyes had witnessed their funeralls. But though he was no friend to them, he was not so fallen out with heavenly Poe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>try as to forsake that, no not in that in his declining age; witnes<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sed then by many Divine Son<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nets, and other high, holy, and harmonious Composures. Yea even on his former sick-bed he wrote this heavenly <hi>Hymne,</hi> ex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pressing the great joy that then possest his soul in the Assurance of Gods favour to him.</p>
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<l>Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun,</l>
<l>Which was my sin though it were done before?</l>
<l>Wilt thou forgive that sin through which I run,</l>
<l>And do run still though still I do deplore,</l>
<l>When thou hast done, thou hast not done,</l>
<l>For, I have more.</l>
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<l>Wilt thou forgive that sin, which I have wonne</l>
<l>Others to sin, and made my sin their doone?</l>
<l>Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun</l>
<l>A year or two, but wallowed in a score?</l>
<l>When thou hast done, thou hast not done,</l>
<l>For I have more.</l>
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<l>I have a sin of fear, that when I've spun</l>
<l>My last thred I shall perish on the shore:</l>
<l>But swear by thy self, that at my death thy Son</l>
<l>Shall shine as he shines now, and hereto<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore;</l>
<l>And having done that thou hast done,</l>
<l>I fear no more.</l>
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<p>I have the rather mentioned this <hi>Hymne,</hi> for that he caus'd it to be set to a most grave and so<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lemn
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tune, and to be often sung to the <hi>Organ</hi> by the <hi>Choristers</hi> of that <hi>Church,</hi> in his own hearing, especially at the Evening Service; and at his return from his Custo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mary Devotions in that place, did occasionally say to a friend, The words of this <hi>Hymne</hi> have restored to me the same thoughts of joy that possest my soul in my sick<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nesse when I composed it. And, Oh the power of Church-musick! that Harmony added to it has rais<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed the affections of my heart, and quickned my graces of zeal and gratitude; <hi>and I observe,</hi> that I alwaies return from paying this publick duty of <hi>Prayer</hi> and <hi>Praise to</hi> God with an unexpressible tran<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quillity of mind, <hi>and a willingnesse to</hi> leave the world.</p>
<p>After this manner did the Disciples of our Saviour, and the
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best of Christians in those Ages of the Church nearest to his time, offer their praises to Al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mighty God. And the reader of St. <hi>Augustines</hi> life may there find, that towards his dissolution he wept abundantly, that the e<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nemies of Christianity had broke in upon them, and prophaned and ruin'd their <hi>Sanctuaries,</hi> and because their <hi>Publick Hymns</hi> and Lauds were lost out of their Churches. And after this man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ner have many devout soules lifted up their hands and offered acceptable Sacrifices unto Al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mighty God in that place where Dr. <hi>Donne</hi> offered his.</p>
<p>But now oh Lord—</p>
<p>Before I proceed further, I think fit to informe the reader, that not long before his death
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he caused to be drawn a figure of the body of Christ extended up<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on an Anchor, like those which painters draw when they would present us with the picture of Christ Crucified on the Crosse; his varying no otherwise then to affixe him to an Anchor (the Embleme of hope) this he caus<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed to be drawn in little, and then many of these figures thus drawn to be ingraven very small in <hi>H<gap reason="illegible: faint" extent="1 letter">
<desc>•</desc>
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<p>His dear friends Sir <hi>Henry Goodier</hi> and Sir <hi>Robert Drewry,</hi> could not be of that number, for they had put off mortality, and taken possession of the grave be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore
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him. But Sir <hi>Henry Wootton,</hi> and Dr. <hi>Hall</hi> the late deceased Bishop of <hi>Norwich</hi> were, and so were Dr. <hi>Duppa</hi> Bishop of <hi>Sa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lisbury,</hi> and Dr. <hi>Henry King</hi> Bi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>shop of <hi>Chicester,</hi> (both now li<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ving-men) in whom there was and is such a Commixture of ge<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nerall <hi>Learning,</hi> natural <hi>eloquence,</hi> and Christian <hi>humility,</hi> that they deserve a Commemoration by a pen equall to their own, which none hath exceeded.</p>
<p>And in this enumeration of his friends, though many must be ommitted, yet that man of primi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tive piety Mr. <hi>George Herbert</hi> may not, I mean that <hi>George Herbert,</hi> who was the Author of the <hi>Temple</hi> or <hi>Sacred Poems and Ejaculations.</hi> (<hi>A book,</hi> in which by declaring his own spirituall Conflicts he hath raised many a
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dejected and discomposed soul, and charmed them into sweet and quiet thoughts: <hi>A book,</hi> by the frequent reading whereof, and the assistance of that Spirit that seemed to inspire the Au<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thor, the Reader may attain ha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bits of <hi>peace</hi> and <hi>piety,</hi> and all the gifts of the <hi>Holy Ghost</hi> and <hi>Heaven</hi>; and by still reading, still keep those sacred fires burn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing upon the Altar of so pure a heart, as shall be freed from the anxieties of this world, and fixt upon things that are above;) be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>twixt him and Dr. <hi>Donne</hi> there was a long and dear friendship, make up by such a' Sympa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thy of inclinations, that they co<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>veted and joyed to be in each o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thers Company; and this happy friendship was still maintained by many sacred indearments, of which that which followeth
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may be some Testimony.</p>
<p>To Mr. <hi>George Herbert,</hi> with one of my Seales of the <hi>Anchor</hi> and <hi>Crest.</hi> A sheafe of Snakes used heretofore to be my Seal, the Crest of our poor Family.</p>
<p>
<q>Qui prius assuetus serpentum falce tabellas Signare, haec nostrae Symbola parva domus Adscitus domui domini.—
<lg>
<l>Adopted in Gods family, and so</l>
<l>My old Coat lost into new Arms I go.</l>
<l>The Crosse my seal in Baptism, spread below,</l>
<l>Does by that form into an Anchor grow.</l>
<l>Crosses grow Anchors, bear as thou should'st do</l>
<l>Thy Crosse, and that Crosse grows an An<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chor too.</l>
<l>But he that makes our Crosses Anchors thus</l>
<l>Is Christ, who there is crucify'd for us.</l>
<l>Yet with this I may my first Serpents ho'd:</l>
<l>God gives new blessings, and yet leaves the old.</l>
<l>The Serpent may as wise my pattern be,</l>
<l>My poyson, as he feeds on dust, that's me.</l>
<l>And as he rounds the earth to murder, sure</l>
<l>He is my death, but on the Cross my cure.</l>
<l>Crucifie nature then, and then implore</l>
<l>All grace fro<g ref="char:cmbAbbrStroke">̄</g> him, crucify'd there before.</l>
<l>
<pb n="84" facs="tcp:56311:54"/>When all is Crosse, and that Crosse Anchor grown,</l>
<l>This seales a Catechisme, not a seal alone.</l>
<l>Under that little seal great gifts I send,</l>
<l>Both workes and prayers, pawnes and fruits of a friend,</l>
<l>Oh may that Saint that rides on our great Seal,</l>
<l>To you that beare his names large boun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty deal.</l>
<signed>I: Donne.</signed>
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<q>
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<l>Tenere Christu<g ref="char:cmbAbbrStroke">̄</g> scilicet ne ascenderet</l>
<l>Tuive Christum—</l>
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<lg>
<l>Although the Cross could not Christ here detain,</l>
<l>When nail'd unto't but he ascends again:</l>
<l>Nor yet, thy eloquence here keep him still,</l>
<l>But onely whilst thou speak'st; this Anchor will.</l>
<l>Nor canst thou be content, unless thou to</l>
<l>This certain Anchor add a seal, and so</l>
<l>The <hi>water</hi> and the <hi>earth,</hi> both unto thee</l>
<l>Do owe the Symbole of their certaintie.</l>
<l>Let the world reel, we & all ours stand sure,</l>
<l>This Holy Cable's from all storms secure.</l>
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<l>With kind expressions to his friend;</l>
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<p>I return to tell the Reader, that besides these verses to his dear Mr. <hi>Herbert,</hi> and that <hi>Hymne</hi> that I mentioned to be sung in the <hi>Quire</hi> of S. <hi>Pauls Church</hi>; he did also shorten and beguile ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ny sad hours by composing other sacred Ditties; and he writ an Hymn on his death-bed, which beares this title, <q>An Hymn to God my God in my sicknsse, March 23. 1630.</q>
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<p>If these fall under the censure of a soul, whose too much mix<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ture with earth makes it unfit to judge of these high illuminati<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ons;
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<p>The latter part of his life may be said to be a continued study; for as he usually preached once a week, if not oftner, so after his Sermon he never gave his eyes
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rest, till he had chosen out a new Text, and that night cast his Sermon into a forme, and his Text into divisions, and next day betook himself to consult the Fathers, and so commit his me<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ditations to his memory, which was excellent. But upon Satur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>day he usually gave himself and his mind a rest from the weary burthen of his weeks meditati<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ons, and spent that day in visita<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion of friends, and other diversi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ons of his thoughts, and would say, that <hi>he gave both his body and mind that refreshment, that he might be enabled to do the work of the day following, not faintly, but with courage and cheerfulness.</hi>
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the hour of four in a morning: and it was no common business that drew him out of his cham<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ber till past ten. All which time was employed in study; and if it seem strange, it may gain a be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lief by the visible fruits of his la<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bours; some of which remain as testimonies of what is here writ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ten: for he left the resultance of 1400. Authors, most of them abridged and analysed with his own hand; he left also sixscore of his Sermons all written with his own hand; also an exact and laborious Treatise concerning <hi>self-murther,</hi> called <hi>Biathanatos,</hi> wherein all the Lawes violated by that Act are diligently sur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>veyed and judiciously censured: a Treatise written in his younger dayes, which alone might de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>clare him then not onely perfect in the <hi>Civil</hi> and <hi>Canon Law,</hi>
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but in many other such stu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dies and arguments, as enter not into the consideration of many that labour to be thought great Clerks, and pretend to know all things.</p>
<p>Nor were these onely found in his study, but all businesses that past of any publick conse<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quence, either in this or any of our neighbour-nations, he abbre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>viated either in Latine, or in the Language of that Nation, and kept them by him for a memo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>riall. So he did the copies of di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vers Letters and cases of Consci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ence that had concerned his friends, with his observations and solutions of them, and divers other businesses of importance; all particularly and methodical<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly digested by himself.</p>
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model of Gold of the Synod of <hi>Dort,</hi> with which the States pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sented him at his last being at the <hi>Hague</hi> — and the two Pi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ctures of <hi>Padrie Paulo</hi> and <hi>Ful<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gentio,</hi> men of his acquaintance when he travelled <hi>Italy,</hi> and of great note in that Nation for their remarkable learning. — To his ancient friend Dr. <hi>Brook,</hi> Ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ster of <hi>Trinity Colledge</hi> in <hi>Cam<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bridge</hi> he gave the picture of the blessed Virgin and <hi>Ioseph.</hi> —To Dr. <hi>Winniff</hi> (who succeeded him in the Deanry) he gave a picture called the <hi>Sceleton.</hi> — To the succeeding Dean, who was not then known, he gave many ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cessaries of worth, and usefull for his house; and also severall Pi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ctures and Ornaments for the Chappel, with a desire that they might be registred, and remain as a Legacy to his Successors.
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—To the Earles of <hi>Dorset</hi> and of <hi>Carlile</hi> he gave several Pictures, and so he did to many other friends; Legacies given rather to express his affection, then to make any addition to their E<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>states: but unto the poor he was full of Charity, and unto many others, who by his constant and long continued bounty might in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>title themselves to be his almes-people; for all these he made provision, and so largely, as ha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ving then six children living, might to some appear more then proportionable to his estate. I forbear to mention any more, lest the Reader may think I tre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>spass upon his patience: but I will beg his favour to present him with the beginning and end of his Will.</p>
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<p>In the name of the blessed
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and glorious Trinity, <hi>Amen.</hi> I <hi>Iohn Donne,</hi> by the mercy of <hi>Christ Iesus,</hi> and by the calling of the Church of <hi>England Priest,</hi> being at this time in good health and perfect understanding (prai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sed be God therefore) do hereby make my last Will and Testa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment in manner and form fol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lowing:</p>
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be buried (in the most private manner that may be) in that place of S. <hi>Pauls</hi> Church <hi>London,</hi> that the now Residentiaries have at my request designed for that purpose, <hi>&c.</hi>
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<p>And this my last Will and Te<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>stament, made in the fear of God (whose mercy I humbly beg and constantly relie upon in Jesus Christ) and in perfect love and charity with all the world (whose pardon I ask from the lowest of my servants to the highest of my superiours) writ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ten all with my own hand, and my name subscribed to every page, of which there are five in number.</p>
<p>Sealed <hi>Decem.</hi> 13. 1630.</p>
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<p>Nor was this blessed sacrifice of Charity expressed onely at his
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death, but in his life also, by a cheerful & frequent visitation of any friend whose mind was de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>jected, or his fortune necessitous; he was inquisitive after the wants of Prisoners, and redeemed ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ny from thence that lay for their fees, or for small debts; he was a continuall giver to poor Scho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lars, both of this and forraign na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tions. Besides what he gave with his own hand, he usually sent a servant, or a discreet and trusty friend, to distribute his charity to all the Prisons in London at all the Festivall times of the year, especially at the <hi>Birth</hi> and <hi>Resur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rection</hi> of our Saviour. He gave an hundred pounds at one time to an old friend, whom he had known live plentifully, & by a too liberall heart then decayed in his estate: and when the receiving of it was denied, by saying, <hi>he wan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted
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not</hi>; for as there be some spirits so generous as to labour to conceal and endure a sad po<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>verty, rather then those blushes that attend the confession of it; so there be others to whom Na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ture and Grace have afforded such sweet and compassionate souls, as to pity and prevent the distresses of mankind; which I have mentioned because of Dr. <hi>Donne</hi>'s reply, whose answer was, <hi>I know you want not what will sustain nature, for a little will do that; but my defire is that you who in the dayes of your plenty have cheered the hearts of so many of your friends, would receive this from me, and use it as a cordiall for the cheering of your own:</hi> and so it was received. He was an happy reconciler of many differences in the families of his friends and kindred, which he
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never undertook faintly; for such undertakings have usually faint effects; and they had such a faith in his judgement and im<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>partiality, that he never advised them to any thing in vain. He was even to her death a most dutifull son to his Mother, care<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>full to provide for her supporta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion; of which she had been de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>stitute, but that God raised him up to prevent her necessities; who having sucked in the Reli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gion of the Roman Church with her Mothers milk, spent her estate in forraign Countreys to enjoy a liberty in it, and died in his house but three moneths be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore him.</p>
<p>And to the end it may appear how just a steward he was of his Lord and Masters revenue, I have thought fit to let the Rea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der,
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know that after his entrance into his Deanery, as he numbred his yeares, and at the foot of a pri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vate account (to which God and his Angells were onely witnesses with him) computed first his revenue, then what was given to the poor, and other pious uses; and lastly, what rested for him and his; he blest each yeares poor remainder with a thankfull prayer; which for that they dis<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cover a more then common Devotion, the Reader shall par<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>take some of them in his own words.</p>
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<q>So all is that remaines of these two yeares.
<l>Deo Opt. Max. benigno</l>
<l>Lirgitori, à me, & ab iis</l>
<l>Quibus haec à me rese<gap reason="illegible: faint" extent="1 letter">
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<l>Gloria & gratia in aeternum.</l>
<l>Amen.</l>
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<q>So that this year God hath blessed me land mine with.—
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<l>Multiplicatae sunt super</l>
<l>Nos misericordi ae tuae</l>
<l>Domine.—</l>
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<l>Da Domine, ut quae eximmensû</l>
<l>Bonitate tuâ nobis elargiri</l>
<l>Dignatus sis, in quorumcunque</l>
<l>Manus dovenerint, in tuam</l>
<l>Semper cedant gloriam.</l>
<l>Amen.</l>
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<q>In sine horum sex Annorum manet—
<l>Quid habeo quid non accepi à Domino?</l>
<l>Lirgiatur etiam ut quae largitus est;</l>
<l>Sua iterum fiant, bono corum usu; ut</l>
<l>Quemadmodum nec officiis hujus mundi,</l>
<l>Nec loci in quo me posuit dignitati, nec</l>
<l>Servis, nec egenis, in toto hujus anni</l>
<l>Curriculo mihi conscius sum me defuissi;</l>
<l>Ita & liberi, quibus quae supersunt,</l>
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<desc>•</desc>
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<l>Et beneficum authorem recognoscant.</l>
<l>Amen.</l>
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<hi>But I return from my long Digres<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sion.</hi>
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<p>We left the Author sick in
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<hi>Essex,</hi> where he was forced to spend much of that winter, by reason of his disability to re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>move from thence: And ha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ving never for almost twenty yeares omitted his personall At<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tendance on his Majesty in that moneth in which he was to at<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tend and preach to him; nor ha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ving ever been left out of the Roll and number of Lent-Prea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chers; and there being then (in <hi>Ianuary</hi> 1630.) a report brought to <hi>London,</hi> or raised there, that Dr. <hi>Donne</hi> was dead: That re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>port gave him occasion to write this following letter to a friend.</p>
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by the solitude & close im<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>prisonment that they reduce me to after; that I am so much the oftner at my prayers, in which I shall never leave out your happinesse; and I doubt not but among his other bles<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sings, God will adde some one to you for my prayers. A man would almost be content to dye (if there were no other be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nefit in death) to hear of so much sorrow, and so much good Testimony from good men as I (God be blessed for it) did upon the report of my death; yet I perceive it went not through all, for one writ to me that some (and he said of my friends) conceived I was not so ill as I pretended, but withdrew my self to live at ease, discharged of preaching. It is an unfriendly, and God
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knowes an ill-grounded inter<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pretation; for I have alwaies been sorrier when I could not preach, then any could be they could not hear me. It hath been my desire, and God may be pleased to grant it, that I might dye in the Pulpit; if not that, yet that I might take my death in the Pulpit, that is, dye the sooner by occasion of those labours. Sir, I hope to see you presently after <hi>Candlemas,</hi> a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bout which time will fall my <hi>Lent-Sermon at Court,</hi> except my <hi>Lord Chamberlain</hi> believe me to be dead, and so leave me out of the roll; but as long as I live and am not speechlesse, I would not willingly decline that service. I have better leisure to write then you to read; yet I would not willing<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly oppresse you with too much
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Letter. God blesse you and your Son as I wish</p>
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<p>Before that moneth ended, he was designed to preach upon his old constant day, the first <hi>Fri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>day</hi> in <hi>Lent</hi>; he had notice of it, and had in his sicknesse so prepa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>red for that imployment, that as he had long thirsted for it, so he resolved his weaknesse should not hinder his journey; he came therefore to <hi>London,</hi> some few dayes before his day appointed. At his being there many of his friends (who with sorrow saw his sicknesse had left him onely so much flesh as did cover his bones) doubted his strength to performe that task; and there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore disswaded him from under<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>taking
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it, assuring him however, it was like to shorten his daies; but he passionately denyed their requests, saying, <hi>he would not doubt that God who in many weak<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nesses had assisted him with an un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>expected strength, would not now withdraw it in his last employment; professing an holy ambition to per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>forme that sacred work.</hi> And when to the amazement of some be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>holders he appeared in the Pul<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pit, many thought he presented himself not to preach mortifica<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion by a living voice, but mor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tality by a decayed body and dy<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing face. And doubtlesse many did secretly ask that question in <hi>Ezekiel, Do these bones live? or can that soul Organize that tongue,</hi>
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<hi>to speak so long time as the sand in that glasse will move towards its Centre, and measure out an hour of this dying mans unspent life?</hi>
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Doubtlesse it cannot; yet after some faint pauses in his zealous prayer, his strong desires enabled his weake body to discharge his memory of his preconceived meditations; which were of dy<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing, the Text being, <hi>To God the Lord belong the issues from Death.</hi> Many that then saw his teares, and heard his hollow voice, pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fessing they thought the Text prophetically chosen, and that <hi>Dr.</hi> Donne <hi>had preach't his own funerall Sermon.</hi>
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<p>Being full of joy that God had enabled him to performe this desired duty, he hastened to his house, out of which he never moved, till like St. <hi>Stephen, he was carryed by devout men to his Grave.</hi>
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<p>The next day after his Ser<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mon, his strength being much
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wasted, and his spirits so spent, as indisposed him to businesse, or to talk. A friend that had often been a witnesse of his free and facetious discourse, asked him, <hi>Why are you sad?</hi> To whom he replyed with a countenance so full of cheerfull gravity, as gave testimony of an inward tranquillity of mind, and of a soul willing to take a farewell of this world. And said,
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upon my bed, which my infir<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mities have now made restlesse to me. But at this present time I was in a serious Contempla<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion of the goodnesse of God to me, who am lesse then the least of his mercies; and looking back upon my life past, I now plainly see it was his hand that prevented me from all tempo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rall imployment, and it was his will that I should never settle nor thrive till I entred into the Ministry; in which I have now liv'd almost twenty yeares (I hope to his glory) and by which I most humbly thank him, I have been inabled to requite most of those friends which shewed me kindnesse when my fortune was very low, and (as it hath occasioned the expres<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sion of my gratitude) I thank God most of them have stood
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in need of my requitall. I have liv'd to be usefull and com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fortable to my good father in Law Sir <hi>George Moore,</hi> whose patience God hath been plea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sed to exercise with many tem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>porall crosses; I have maintain<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed my own mother, whom it hath pleased God after a plenti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>full fortune in her younger dayes, to bring to a great decay in her very old Age. I have quieted the Consciences of ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ny that have groaned under the burthen of a wounded Spirit, whose prayers I hope are a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vailable for me. I cannot plead innocency of life, especially of my youth: But I am to be judged by a mercifull God, who is not willing to see what I have done amisse. And though of my self I have nothing to present to him but sins and
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misery; yet I know he looks not upon me now as I am of my self, but as I am in my Sa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>viour, and hath given me even at this time some testimonies by his holy Spirit, that I am of the number of his Elect: <hi>I am full of joy, and shall die in peace.</hi>
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<p>I must here look so far back, as to tell the Reader, that at his first return out of <hi>Essex,</hi> his old Friend and Physician, Dr. <hi>Fox,</hi> a man of great worth, came to him to consult his health, who after a sight of him, and some queries concerning his distempers, told him, <hi>That by Cordials and drink<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing milk twenty dayes together, there was a probability of his re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>stauration to health</hi>; but he pas<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sionately denied to drink it. Ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>verthelesse, Dr. <hi>Fox,</hi> who loved him most intirely, wearied him
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with solicitations, till he yielded to take it for ten dayes; at the end of which time he told Dr. <hi>Fox, he had drunk it more to satisfie him, than to recover his health; and that he would not drink it ten dayes longer upon the best morall assurance of having twenty years added to his life, for he loved it not; and he was so far from fearing death (which is the King of terrours) that he longed for the day of his dissolution.</hi>
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<p>It is observed, that a desire of glory or commendation is root<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed in the very nature of man, and that those of the severest and most mortified lives, though they may become so humble as to banish self-flattery, and such weeds as naturally grow there; yet they have not been able to kill this desire of glory, but that
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<p>This being resolved upon, Dr. <hi>Donne</hi> sent for a Carver to make for him in wood the figure of an <hi>Urn,</hi> giving him directions for the compasse and height of it, and to bring with it a board of the height of his body. These being got, and without delay a choice Painter was in a readiness
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to draw his picture, which was taken as followeth.— Severall Charcole-fires being first made in his large study, he brought with him into that place his win<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ding-sheet in his hand, and ha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ving put off all his clothes, had his sheet put on him, and so ti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed with knots at his head and feet, and his hands so placed as dead bodies are usually fitted for the grave. Upon this Urn he thus stood with his eyes shut, and so much of the sheet turned a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>side as might shew his lean, pale, and death-like face, which was purposely turned toward the East, from whence he expected the second coming of our Savi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>our. Thus he was drawn at his just height; and when the pi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cture was fully finished, he caused it to be set by his bed-side, where it continued, and became
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his hourly object till his death, and was then given to his dearest friend and Executor Dr. <hi>King,</hi> who caused him to be thus car<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ved in one entire piece of white Marble, as it now stands in the Cathedrall Church of S. <hi>Pauls</hi>; and by Dr. <hi>Donn</hi>'s own appoint<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment these words were to be af<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fixed to it as his Epitaph:</p>
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<p>JOHANNES DONNE Sac. Theol. Professor</p>
<p>Post varia Studia quibus ab annis tenerrimis fideliter, nec infelici<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter incubuit;</p>
<p>Instinctu & impulsu Sp. Sancti, Monitu & Hortatu</p>
<p>REGIS <hi>JACOBI,</hi> Ordines Sa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cros amplexus Anno sui Iesu, 1614. & suae aetatis 42.</p>
<p>
<pb n="114" facs="tcp:56311:69"/>Decanatu hujus Ecclesiae indutus 27. Novembris 1621.</p>
<p>Exutus morte ultimo Die Mar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tii 1631.</p>
<p>Hiclicet in Occiduo Cinere Aspicit Eum</p>
<p>Cujus nomen est Oriens.</p>
</q>
<p>Upon Monday following he took his last leave of his beloved Study, and being sensible of his hourly decay retired himself to his bed-chamber, and that week sent at severall times for many of his most considerable friends, with whom he took a solemn and deliberate farewell; commend<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing to their considerations some sentences usefull for the regula<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion of their lives, and dismist them as good <hi>Iacob</hi> did his sons, with a spirituall Benediction.
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The Sunday following he ap<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pointed his servants, that if there were any businesse undone that concerned him or themselves, it should be prepared against Sa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>turdy next; for after that day he would not mix his thoughts with any thing that concerned this world, nor ever did. But as <hi>Iob,</hi> so he <hi>waited for the appointed time of his dissolution.</hi>
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<p>And now he had nothing to do but die; to do which he stood in need of no longer time, for he had studied long, and to so hap<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>py a perfection, that in a former sickness he called God to wit<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ness<note n="*" place="margin">In his book of Devoti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ons.</note>
<hi>he was that minute ready to deliver his soul into his hands, if that minute God would determine his dissolution.</hi> In that sickness he begg'd of God the constancy to be preserved in that estate for<g ref="char:EOLunhyphen"/>ever;
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and his patient expecta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion to have his immortall soul disrob'd from her garment of mortality, makes me confident he now had a modest assurance that his Prayers were then heard, and his Petition granted. He lay fifteen dayes earnestly expecting his hourly change, and in the last hour of his laft day, as his body melted away and vapoured into spirit, his soul having, I verily believe, some revelation of the Beatificall Vi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sion, he said, <hi>I were miserable if I might not die</hi>; and after those words closed many periods of his faint breath by saying often, <hi>Thy kingdome come, thy will be done.</hi> His speech, which had long been his ready and faithfull servant, left him not till the last minute, and then forsook him, not to serve another Master, but di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed
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before him, for that it was become uselesse to him that now conversed with God on earth, as Angels are said to do in heaven, <hi>onely by thoughts and looks.</hi> Be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing speechless, he did as S. <hi>Ste<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>phen, look stedfastly towards hea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ven, till he saw the Son of God stan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ding at the right hand of his Fa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther:</hi> and being satisfied with this blessed sight, as his soul a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>scended, and his last breath de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>parted from him, he closed his own eyes, and then disposed his hands and body into such a po<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sture as required no alteration by those that came to shroud him.</p>
<p>Thus <hi>variable,</hi> thus <hi>vertuous</hi> was the Life, thus <hi>excellent,</hi> thus <hi>exemplary</hi> was the Death of this memorable man.</p>
<p>
<pb n="118" facs="tcp:56311:71"/>He was buried in that place of S. <hi>Pauls</hi> Church which he had appointed for that use some yeares before his death, and by which he passed daily to pay his publick Devotions to Almighty God (who was then served twice a day by a publick form of Prayer and Praises in that place) but he was not buried privately, though he desired it; for beside an unnumbred number of others, many persons of Nobility and of eminency for Learning, who did love and honour him in his life, did shew it at his death, by a vo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>luntary and sad attendance of his body to the grave, where no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thing was so remarkable as a pub<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lick sorrow.</p>
<p>To which place of his Buriall some mournful Friend repaired; and as <hi>Alexander the Great</hi> did to
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the grave of the famous <hi>Achilles,</hi> so they strewed his with an abun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dance of curious and costly Flowers; which course they (who were never yet known) continued morning and evening for many dayes; not ceasing till the stones that were taken up in that Church to give his body ad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mission into the cold earth (now his bed of rest) were again by the Masons art levelled and firmed, as they had been for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>merly, and his place of buriall undistinguishable to common view.</p>
<p>Nor was this all the Honour done to his reverend Ashes; for as there be some persons that will not receive a reward for that for which God accounts himself a debter; persons that dare trust God with their Charity, and
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without a witness; so there was by some gratefull unknowne friend, that thought Dr. <hi>Donne</hi>'s memory ought to be perpetua<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted, an hundred Marks sent to his two faithfull Friends<note n="*" place="margin">Dr. <hi>King</hi> and Dr. <hi>Mon<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fort.</hi>
</note> and Executors towards the making of his Monument. It was not for many years known by whom, but after the death of Dr. <hi>Fox</hi> it was known that he sent it; and he lived to see as lively a repre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sentation of his dead friend as Marble can express; a Statue indeed so like Dr. <hi>Donne,</hi> that (as his friend Sir <hi>Henry Wotton</hi> hath expressed himself) it seems to breath faintly, and Posterity shall look upon it as a kind of ar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tificiall Miracle.</p>
<q>
<p>He was of Stature moderately tall, of a straight and equally-proportioned bo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dy, to which all his words and actions gave an unexpressible addition of Comelinesse.</p>
<p>
<pb n="121" facs="tcp:56311:72"/>The melancholy and pleasant humor were in him so contempered, that each gave advantage to the other, and made his Company one of the delights of man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>kind.</p>
<p>
<hi>His fancy</hi> was unimitably high, equal<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>led onely by his great wit, both being made usefull by a commanding judge<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment.</p>
<p>
<hi>His aspect</hi> was cheerfull, and such as gave a silent testimony of a clear know<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing soul, and of a Conscience at peace with it self.</p>
<p>
<hi>His melting eye</hi> shewed that he had a soft heart, full of noble compassion, of too brave a soul to offer injuries, and too much a Christian not to pardon them in others.</p>
<p>He did much contemplate (especially after he entred into his Sacred Calling) the <hi>mercies</hi> of Almighty God, the <hi>im<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mortality of the soul,</hi> and the <hi>joyes of Heaven</hi>; and would often say, <hi>Blessed be God that he is God divinely like himself.</hi>
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<p>He was by nature highly passionate, but more apt to reluct at the excesses of
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it. A great lover of the offices of hu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>manity, and of so mercifull a spirit, that <hi>he never beheld the miseries of man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>kind without pity and relief.</hi>
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<p>He was earnest and unwearied in the search of knowledge; with which his vigorous soul is now satisfied, and im<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ployed in a continued praise of that God that first breathed it into his active body; which once was a <hi>Temple of the Holy Ghost,</hi> and is now become a small quantity of <hi>Christian dust.</hi>
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<p>But I shall see it reinanimated.</p>
</q>
<signed>J. W.</signed>
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<div type="addenda">
<div type="letter">
<head>To all my friends, Sir <hi>H. Goodere.</hi>
</head>
<opener>SIR,</opener>
<p>I Am not weary of writing; it is the course, but durable garment of my love; but I am weary of wanting you. I have a mind like those bodies which have hot Livers and cold stomachs; or such a distemper as travelled me at <hi>Paris,</hi> a Fever, and dysentery: in which, that which is physick to one
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infirmity nourishes the other. So I abhor nothing more then sadnesse, except the ordinary remedy, change of company. I can allow my self to be <hi>Animal sociale,</hi> appliable to my company, but not <hi>gregale,</hi> to herd my self in every troup. It is not perfect<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly true which a very subtil, yet very deep wit, <hi>Averroes,</hi> says, that all man<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>kind hath but one soul, which informs and rules us all, as one Intelligence doth the firmament and all the Stars in it; as though a particular body were too little an organ for a soul to play upon. And it is as imperfect which is taught by that religion which is most accommodate to sense (I dare not say to reason (though it have ap<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pearance of that too) because none may doubt but that that religion is certainly best which is reasonablest) That all mankind hath one protecting Angel; all Christians one other, all English one other, all of one Cor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>poration and every civill coagulation or society one other; and every man one other. Though both these
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opinions expresse a truth; which is, that mankind hath very strong bounds to cohabit and concurre in other then mountains and hills during his life. First, common and mutuall necessity of one another; and therefore natu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rally in our defence and subventions we first fly to our selves; next, to that which is likest, other men. Then, na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>turall and inborn charity, beginning at home, which perswades us to give, that we may receive: and legall cha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rity, which makes us also forgive. Then an ingraffing in one another, and growing together by a custome of so<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ciety: and last of all, strict friendship, in which band men were so presumed to be coupled, that our Confessor King had a law, that if a man be kil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>led, the murderer shall pay a summe <hi>felago suo,</hi> which the interpreters call, <hi>fide ligato, & comiti vitae.</hi> All these bands I willingly receive, for no man is less of himself then I; nor any man enough of himself: To be so, is all one with omnipotence. And it is well marked, that in the holy Book, where<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>soever
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they have rendred Almighty, the word is Self-sufficient. I think sometimes that the having a family should remove me far from the curse of <hi>Vaesoli.</hi> But in so strict obligation of Parent, or Husband, or Master, (and perchance it is so in the last degree of friendship) where all are made one, I am not the lesse alone, for being in the midst of them. Therefore this <hi>oleum laetitiae,</hi> this balme of our lives, this alacrity which dignifies even our service to God, this gallant enemy of dejection and sadnesse, (for which and wickednesse the Italian allows but one word, <hi>Triste</hi>: And in full condemnation whereof it was pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>phesied of our blessed Saviour, <hi>Non erit tristis,</hi> in his conversation) must be sought and preserved dili<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gently. And since it grows without us, we must be sure to gather it from the right tree. They which place this alacrity onely in a good conscience, deal somewhat too roundly with us, for when we ask the way, they shew us the town afar off: Will a Physician
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consulted for health and strength, bid you have good sinews and equal tem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>per? It is true, that this conscience is the resultance of all other particular actions; it is our triumph and ban<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quet in the haven; but I would come towards that also, (as Mariners say) with a merry wind. Our nature is Meteorique, we respect (because we partake so) both earth and heaven; for as our bodies glorified shall be capa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble of spirituall joy, so our souls de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>merged into those bodies, are allowed to partake earthly pleasure. Our soul is not sent hither, onely to go back a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gain: we have some errand to do here: nor is it sent into prison, because it comes innocent; and he which sent it, is just. As we may not kill our selves, so we may not bury our selves: which is done or indangered in a dull Monastick sadness, which is so much worse then jollity (for upon that word I durst —And certainly despair is infi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nitely worse then presumption: both because this is an excesse of love, that
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of fear; and because this is up, that down the hill; easier, and more stum<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bling. Heaven is expressed by singing, hell by weeping. And though our blessed Saviour be never noted to have laughed, yet his countenance is said ever to be smiling And that even moderate mirth of heart, and face, and all I wish to my self, and perswade you to keep. This alacrity is not had by a generall charity and e<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quanimity to all mankind, for that is to seek fruit in a wildernesse: nor from a singular friend, for that is to fetch it out of your own pocket: but the various and abundant grace of it, is good company; in which no rank, no number, no quality, but ill, and such a degree of that as may corrupt and poyson the good, is exempt. For in nearer then them, your friend, and somewhat nearer then he, in your self, you must allow some inordinatenesse of affections and passions: For it is not true that they are not naturall, but stormes and tempests of our bloud and humours; for they are naturall,
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but sickly. And as the Indian priests expressed an excellent charity, by building Hospitalls, and providing chirurgery for birds and beasts lamed by mischance, or age, or labour: so must we, not cut off, but cure these affections, which are the bestiall part.</p>
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<div type="letter">
<head>To Sir <hi>H. Goodere.</hi>
</head>
<opener>SIR,</opener>
<p>EVery Tuesday I make account that I turn a great hour-glass, and consider that a weeks life is run out since I writ. But if I ask my self what I have done in the last watch, or would do in the next, I can say no<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thing; if I say that I have passed it without hurting any, so may the Spi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der in my window. The primitive Monkes were excusable in their reti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rings and enclosures of themselves: for even of them every one cultiva<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted his own garden and orchard, that is, his soul and body, by meditation, and manufactures; and they ought
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the world no more, since they consu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>med none of her sweetnesse, nor be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>got others to burden her. But for me, if I were able to husband all my time so thriftily, as not onely not to wound my soul in any minute by actuall sin, but not to rob and couzen her by gi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ving any part to pleasure or businesse, but bestow it all upon her in medita<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion, yet even in that I should wound her more, and contract another guil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tinesse: As the Eagle were very un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>naturall, if because she is able to do it, she should pearch a whole day upon a tree, staring in contemplation of the majesty and glory of the Sun, and let her young Eglets starve in the nest. Two of the most precious things which God hath afforded us here, for the agony and exercise of our sense and spirit, which are a thirst and in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>hiation after the next life, and a fre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quency of prayer and meditation in this, are often envenomed, and pu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trefied, and stray into a corrupt di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sease: for as God doth thus occasion, and positively concurre to evil, that
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when a man is purposed to do a great sin, God infuses some good thoughts which make him choose a lesse sin, or leave out some circumstance which aggravated that; so the devil doth not onely suffer, but provoke us to some things naturally good, upon conditi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on that we shall omit some other more necessary and more obligatory. And this is his greatest subtilty; be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cause herein we have the deceitfull comfort of having done well, and can very hardly spie our errour, because it is but an insensible omission, and no accusing act. With the first of these I have often suspected my self to be overtaken; which is, with a desire of the next life: which though I know it is not meerly out of a wearinesse of this, because I had the same desires when I went with the tyde, and en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>joyed fairer hopes then now: yet I doubt worldly encumbrances have increased it. I would not that death should take me asleep: I would not have him meerly seise me, and onely declare me to be dead, but win me,
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and overcome me. When I must shipwrack, I would do it in a Sea, where mine impotency might have some excuse; not in a sullen weedy lake, where I could not have so much as exercise for my swimming. There<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore I would fain do something; but that I cannot tell what, is no wonder. For to choose is to do; but to be no part of any body, is to be nothing. At most, the greatest persons, are but greatwens and excrescences; men of wit and delighfull conversation, but as moles for ornament, except they be so incorporated into the body of the world, that they contribute something to the sustentation of the whole. This I made account that I begun early, when I understood the study of our laws; but was diverted by the worst voluptuousnesse, which is an Hydroptique immoderate desire of humane learning and languages, beautifull ornaments to great for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tunes: but mine needed an occupa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion, and a course which I thought I entred well into, when I submitted
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my self into such a service, as I thought might imploy those poor ad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vantages which I had. And there I stumbled too, yet I would try again: for to this hour I am nothing, or so little, that I am scarce subject and ar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gument good enough for one of mine own letters: yet I fear, that doth not ever proceed from a good root, that I am so well content to be lesse, that is, dead. You, Sir, are far enough from these descents, your vertue keeps you secure, and your naturall disposition to mirth will preserve you; but lose none of these holds, a slip is often as dangerous as a bruise, and though you cannot fall to my lowness, yet in a much lesse distraction you may meet my sadness; for he is no safer which falls from an high Tower into the leads, then he which falls from thence to the ground: make therefore to your self some mark, and go towards it alegrement. Though I be in such a planetary and erratick fortune, that I can doe nothing constantly, yet you may finde some constan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cy
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in my constant advising you to it.</p>
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<signed>Your hearty true friend J. Donne.</signed>
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<postscript>
<p>I came this evening from M. <hi>Jones</hi> his house in <hi>Essex,</hi> where M. <hi>Martin</hi> hath been, and left a relation of Captain <hi>Whitcocks</hi> death, perchance it is no news to you, but it was to me; without doubt want broke him; for when M. <hi>Hollands</hi> Company by reason of the plague broke, the Captain sought to be at Mrs. <hi>Jones</hi> house, who in her hus<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bands absence declining it, he went in the night, his boy carrying his cloak-bag, on foot to the Lord of <hi>Sussex,</hi> who going next day to hunt, the Captain not then sick, told him he would see him no more. A Chaplain came up to him, to whom he delivered an account of his understanding, and, I hope, of his belief, and soon after dyed; and my Lord hath buried him with his own Ancestors. Perchance his life needed a longer sick<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ness; but a man may go faster and safer when he enjoyes that day-light of a
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clear and sound understanding, than in the night or twy-light of an Ague or o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther disease. And the grace of Al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mighty God doth every thing suddenly and hastily but depart from us, it en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lightens us, warmes us, heates us, ra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vishes us at once. Such a medicine, I fear, his inconsideration needed; and I hope as confidently that he had it. As our soul is infused when it is created, and created when it is infused, so at her going out, Gods mercy is had by asking, and that is asked by having. Lest your <hi>Polesworth</hi>—&c.</p>
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<div type="letter">
<head>To Sir <hi>H. Goodere.</hi>
</head>
<opener>SIR,</opener>
<p>THis letter hath more merit, then one of more diligence, for I wrote it in my bed, and with much pain. I have occasion to sit late some nights in my study, (which your books make a pretty library) and now I find that that room hath a wholesome emblematique use: for having under
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it a vault, I make that promise me, that I shall die reading, since my book and a grave are so near. But it hath another unwholesomenesse, that by raw vapours rising from thence, (for I can impute it to nothing else) I have contracted a sicknesse which I cannot name nor describe. For it hath so much of a continuall Cramp, that it wrests the sinews; so much of a Tetane, that it withdraws and puls the mouth; and so much of the Gout, (which they whose counsell I use say it is) that it is not like to be cured, though I am too hasty in three dayes to pronounce it. If it be the Gout, I am miserable; for that affects dange<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rous parts, as my neck and breast, and (I think fearfully) my stomach, but it will not kill me yet. I shall be in this world like a porter in a great house, ever nearest the door, but seldomest abroad: I shall have many things to make me weary, and yet not get leave to be gone. If I go, I will provide by my best meanes that you suffer not for me in your bonds. The estate
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which I should leave behind me of any estimation, is my poor fame, in the memory of my friends, and there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore I would be curious of it, and pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vide that they repent not to have lo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ved me. Since my imprisonment in my bed, I have made a meditition in verse, which I call a Litany; the word you know imports no other then sup<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>plication, but all Churches have one form of supplication, by that name. Amongst ancient annals, I mean some 800 years, I have met two Letanies in Latin verse, which gave me not the reason of my meditations, for in good faith I thought not upon them then, but they give me a defence, if any man; to a Lay man, and a private, impute it as a fault, to take such di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vine and publique names to his own little thoughts. The first of these was made by <hi>Ratpertus</hi> a Monk of <hi>Suevia</hi>; and the other by S. <hi>Notker,</hi> of whom I will give you this note by the way, that he is a private Saint for a few parishes; they were both but Monks, and the Letanies poor and
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barbarous enough; yet Pope <hi>Nicolas</hi> the 5. valued their devotion so much that he canonized both their Poems, and commanded them for publick service in their Churches: mine is for lesser Chappels, which are my friends, and though a copy of it were due to you, now, yet I am so unable to serve my self with writing it for you at this time, (being some 30 staves of 9 lines) that I must intreat you to take a pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mise that you shall have the first, for a testimony of that duty which I owe to your love, and to my self, who am bound to cherish it by my best offices. That by which it will deserve best acceptation, is, That neither the Ro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>man Church need call it defective, because it abhors not the particular mention of the blessed Triumphers in heaven; nor the Reformed can dis<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>creetly accuse it of attributing more then a rectified devotion ought to do. The day before I lay down, I was at <hi>London,</hi> where I delivered your Letter for Sir <hi>Edward Conway,</hi> and re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceived another for you, with the co<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>py
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of my Book, of which it is impos<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sible for me to give you a copy so soon, for it is not of much lesse then 300 pages. If I die, it shall come to you in that fashion that your Letter desires it. If I warm again, (as I have often seen such beg-gers as my indi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sposition is, end themselves soon, and the patient as soon) you and I shall speak together of that, before it be too late to serve you in that command<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment. At this time I onely assure you, that I have not appointed it up<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on any person, nor ever purposed to print it: which later perchance you thought, and grounded your request thereupon. A Gent. that visited me yesterday told me that our Church hath lost Mr. <hi>Hugh Broughton,</hi> who is gone to the Roman side. I have known before, that <hi>Serarius</hi> the Jesuit was an instrument from Cardinal <hi>Baronius</hi> to draw him to <hi>Rome,</hi> to accept a sti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pend, onely to serve the Christian Churches in controversies with the Jews, without indangering himself to change of his perswasion in particular
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deductions between these Christian Churches, or being inquired of, or tempted thereunto. And I hope he is no otherwise departed from us. If he be, we shall not escape scandall in it; because, though he be a man of ma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ny distempers, yet when he shall come to eat assured bread, and to be removed from partialities, to which want drove him, to make himself a reputation, and raise up favourers; you shall see in that course of oppo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sing the Jews, he will produce wor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thy things: and our Church will per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chance blush to have lost a Souldier fit for that great battell; and to che<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rish onely those single Duellisms be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tween <hi>Rome</hi> and <hi>England</hi>; or that more single, and almost self-homi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cide, between the unconformed Mi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nisters and Bishops. I writ to you last week that the plague increased; by which you may see that my Let<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ters—opinion of the song, not that I make such trifles for praise; but because as long as you
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speake comparatively of it with mine own, and not absolutely, so long I am of your opinion even at this time; when I humbly thank God, I ask and have, his comfort of sadder medita<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tions; I do not condemn in my self, that I have given my wit such eva<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>porations as those, if they be free from prophanenesse, or obscene provoca<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tions. Sir, you would pity me if you saw me write, and therefore will par<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>don me if I write no more: my pain hath drawn my head so awry, and holds it so, that mine eye cannot fol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>low mine hand: I receive you there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore into my prayers, with mine own weary soul, and commend my self to yours. I doubt not but next week I shall be good news to you, for I have mending or dying on my side, which is two to one: If I continue thus, I shall have comfort in this, that my Blessed Saviour exercising his Justice upon my two worldly parts, my for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tune, and body, reserves all his mer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cy for that which best tasts it, and most needs it, my soul. I professe to you truly, that my lothnesse to give
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over now, seems to my self an ill sign, that I shall write no more.</p>
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<signed>Your poor friend, and Gods poor patient, J. Donne.</signed>
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<div type="letter">
<head>To the Humble Lady, the Lady <hi>Kings<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mel,</hi> upon the death of her Husband.</head>
<opener>MADAME,</opener>
<p>THose things which God dis<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>solves at once, as he shall doe the Sun and Moon, and those bodies at the last conflagration, he never in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tends to re-unite again; but in those things, which he takes in pieces, as he doth man and wife in these divor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ces, by death, and in single persons, by the divorce of body and soul, God hath another purpose to make them up again. That peice which he takes to himself, is presently cast in a mould, and in an instant made fit for his use; for heaven is not a place of a profici<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ency, but of present perfection. That piece which he leaves behind in this world, by the death of a part thereof, grows fitter and fitter for him, by the good use of his corrections, and the
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intire conformity to his will. No<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thing disproportions us, nor makes us so uncapable of being reunited to those whom we loved here as mur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>muring, or not advancing the good<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ness of him who hath removed them from hence. We would wonder to see a man, who in a wood were left to his liberty to fel what trees he would, take onely the crooked and leave the straightest trees; but that man hath perchance a ship to build, and not a house, and so hath use of that kind of timber: let not us, who know that in Gods house there are many mansions, but yet have no modell, no designe of the form of that building, wonder at his taking in of his materialls, why he takes the young and leaves the old, or why the sickly over-live those that had better health. We are not bound to think, that soules departed have devested all affections towards them whom they left here; but we are bound to thinke, that for all their loves they would not be here again: then is the will of God done in earth as it is
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in heaven, when we neither preter<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mit his actions, nor resist them; nei<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther pass them over in an inconside<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ration, as though God had no hand in them; nor go about to take them out of his hands, as though we could di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rect him to do them better. As Gods Scriptures are his will, so his actions are his will; both are testaments, be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cause they testifie his mind to us. It is not lawful to adde a Schedule to either of his wills: as they do ill, who adde to his written will, the Scriptures, a schedule of Apocryphall books; so do they also, who to his other will, his manifested actions, adde Apocry<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>phall conditions, and a schedule of such limitations as these: If God would have staid thus long, or if God would have proceeded in this or this manner, I could have borne it. To say that our afflictions are greater then we can bear, is so neer to de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>spairing, as that the same words ex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>press both; for when we consider <hi>Cains</hi> words in that originall Tongue in which God spake, we cannot tell whether the words be, <hi>My punishment
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is greater then can be borne,</hi> or, <hi>My sin is greater then can be forgiven.</hi> But, Madam, you who willingly sacrificed your self to God, in your obedience to him in your own sickness, cannot be doubted to dispute with him about any part of you, which he shall be pleased to require at your hands. The difference is great in the losse of an arme, or a head; of a child, or a hus<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>band: but to them who are incorpo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rated into Christ their head, there can be no beheading; upon you who are a member of the Spouse of Christ the Church, there can fal no widow-head, nor orphanage upon those childeren to whom God is father. I have not ano<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther office by your husbands death, for I was your Chaplain before in my dayly prayers; but I shall inlarge that office with other Collects than before, that God will continue to you that peace which you have ever had in him, and send you quiet and peaceable dispositions in all them with whom you shall have any thing to do, in
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your temporall estate and matters of this world. <hi>Amen.</hi>
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<dateline>At my poor house at S. <hi>Pauls</hi>
<date>26. <hi>Octob.</hi> 1624.</date>
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<signed>Your Ladyships very humble and thankfull Servant in Chr. Iesus, J. Donne.</signed>
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<head>An Epitaph written by Dr. <hi>Cor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bet,</hi> Bishop of <hi>Oxford,</hi> on his friend Dr. <hi>Donne.</hi>
</head>
<l>HE that wood write an Epitaph for thee,</l>
<l>And write it well, must first begin to be</l>
<l>Such as thou wert, for none can truly know</l>
<l>Thy life and worth, but he that hath liv'd so.</l>
<l>He must have wit to spare, and to hurle down</l>
<l>Enough to keep the gallants of the Town.</l>
<l>He must have learning plenty, both the Lawes,</l>
<l>Civil and Common, to Judge any Cause.</l>
<l>Divinity great store above the rest,</l>
<l>Not of the last Edition, but the best.</l>
<l>He must have language, travell, all the Arts,</l>
<l>Judgement to use, or else he wants thy parts.</l>
<l>He must have friends the highest, able to do,</l>
<l>Such as <hi>Mecaenas,</hi> and <hi>Augustus</hi> too:</l>
<l>He must have such a sicknesse, such a death,</l>
<l>Or else his vain descriptions come beneath.</l>
<l>
<pb n="146" facs="tcp:56311:85"/>He that would write an Epitaph for thee,</l>
<l>Should first be dead; let it alone for me.</l>
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<head>To the Memory of my ever de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sired Dr. <hi>Donne.</hi> An Elegy by <hi>H. King.</hi> B. C.</head>
<l>TO have liv'd eminent in a degree</l>
<l>Beyond our loftiest thoughts, that is like thee;</l>
<l>Or t'have had too much merit, is not safe,</l>
<l>For such excesses find no Epitaph.</l>
<l>At common graves we have poetick eyes,</l>
<l>Can melt themselves in easie Elegies;</l>
<l>Each quill can drop his tributary verse,</l>
<l>And pin it like the hatchments to the hearse:</l>
<l>But at thine, poem or inscription</l>
<l>(Rich soul of wit and language) we have none.</l>
<l>Indeed a silence does that tomb be fit,</l>
<l>Where is no Herald left to blazon it.</l>
<l>Widow'd invention justly doth forbear</l>
<l>To come abroad, knowing thou art not there:</l>
<l>Late her great patron, whose prerogative</l>
<l>Maintain'd and cloth'd her so as none alive</l>
<l>Must now presume to keep her at thy rate,</l>
<l>Though he the Indies for her dower estate.</l>
<l>Or else that awfull fire which once did burn</l>
<l>In thy clear brain, now fallen into thy urn,</l>
<l>Lives thereto fright rude Empericks from thence,</l>
<l>Which might profane thee by their Igno<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rance.</l>
<l>
<pb n="147" facs="tcp:56311:85"/>Who ever writes of thee, and in a style</l>
<l>Unworthy such a theme, does but revile</l>
<l>Thy precious dust, and wake a learned spirit,</l>
<l>Which may revenge his rapes upon thy me<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rit:</l>
<l>For all a low-pitch't fancy can devise</l>
<l>Will prove at best but hallowed injuries:</l>
<l>Thou like the <hi>dying Swan</hi> did'st lately sing</l>
<l>Thy mournfull dirge in audience of the King;</l>
<l>When pale lookes and faint accents of thy breath</l>
<l>Presented so to life that piece of death,</l>
<l>That it was fear'd and propheci'd by all</l>
<l>Thou thither cam'st to preach thy Funerall.</l>
<l>Oh hadst thou in an Elegiack knell</l>
<l>Rung out unto the world thine own fare<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>well,</l>
<l>And in thy high victorious numbers beat</l>
<l>The solemn measures of thy griev'd retreat,</l>
<l>Thou mightst the Poets service now have mist,</l>
<l>As well as then thou didst prevent the Priest:</l>
<l>And never to the world beholden be,</l>
<l>So much as for an Epitaph for thee.</l>
<l>I do not like the office; nor i'st fit</l>
<l>Thou who didst lend our age such summs of wit,</l>
<l>Should'st now re-borrow from her bankrupt mine</l>
<l>That ore to bury thee which first was thine:</l>
<l>Rather still leave us in thy debt, and know,</l>
<l>Exalted Soul, more glory 'tis to owe</l>
<l>Thy memory what we can never pay,</l>
<l>
<pb n="148" facs="tcp:56311:86"/>Then with embased Coine those rites de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fray.</l>
<l>Commit we then thee to thy self, nor blame</l>
<l>Our drooping loves that thus to thine own fame</l>
<l>Leave thee executors, since, but thine own</l>
<l>No pen could do thee Justice, nor bayes Crown</l>
<l>Thy vast deserts, save that we nothing can</l>
<l>Depute to be thy ashes guardian:</l>
<l>So Jewellers no art or metall trust</l>
<l>To form the Diamond, but the Diamonds dust.</l>
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